As they had spoken, day had fallen into night, leaving the stars twinkling in bright disarray overhead. So when Solomyr nods his consent to accompany Hurricane to his homeland, the gray stallion is quite ready to begin the journey. The field, fortunately, is situated in such a way that it is convenient to most of the kingdoms, the Tundra included. Under normal circumstances, Hurricane might have flown the distance in a fairly short amount of time. As it is, with the other stallion being quite flightless, they are required to walk. Even so, the walk is not a terribly long one.
Which is fortunate for Solomyr, as he had appeared quite ready to fall asleep at any moment throughout the conversation. Once his agreement is given, Hurricane wastes no time in leading the man to his wintry home. With a short jerk of his head, he indicates the direction in which they need to travel with only a few simple words.
”This way.”
As they walk, the scenery changes rapidly from lush meadows and dense forests to more wide open spaces and increasingly sparse and hardier vegetation. Not that they could see much in the pre-dawn light.
Before long, the massive ice wall is looming before them, a great, solid sentinel that guards the borders of the Tundra. Hurricane angles easily for the single opening in the massive wall. As the only way through, all creatures who cannot fly must use that pass to enter the kingdom. Which, as far as Hurricane is concerned, is a good thing. As the one who inevitably ends up patrolling the vast kingdom most often, the task would seem impossible were it not for that fact.
When finally they have passed from beneath the massive wall’s shadow, Hurricane nods out at the kingdom. In the distance, the ruins housing the Brotherhood’s caves are faintly visible in the early morning light. His gaze turns to Solomyr as he bids him a simple welcome.
”The Tundra.”
He pauses for a moment, considering the stallion.
”Rest. I will find you when you awaken.”
That said, he flares his wings wide and launches himself into the air, heading out for his routine morning patrol. And, true to his word, he finds Solomyr when he has awoken from his sleep.
Which is fortunate for Solomyr, as he had appeared quite ready to fall asleep at any moment throughout the conversation. Once his agreement is given, Hurricane wastes no time in leading the man to his wintry home. With a short jerk of his head, he indicates the direction in which they need to travel with only a few simple words.
”This way.”
As they walk, the scenery changes rapidly from lush meadows and dense forests to more wide open spaces and increasingly sparse and hardier vegetation. Not that they could see much in the pre-dawn light.
Before long, the massive ice wall is looming before them, a great, solid sentinel that guards the borders of the Tundra. Hurricane angles easily for the single opening in the massive wall. As the only way through, all creatures who cannot fly must use that pass to enter the kingdom. Which, as far as Hurricane is concerned, is a good thing. As the one who inevitably ends up patrolling the vast kingdom most often, the task would seem impossible were it not for that fact.
When finally they have passed from beneath the massive wall’s shadow, Hurricane nods out at the kingdom. In the distance, the ruins housing the Brotherhood’s caves are faintly visible in the early morning light. His gaze turns to Solomyr as he bids him a simple welcome.
”The Tundra.”
He pauses for a moment, considering the stallion.
”Rest. I will find you when you awaken.”
That said, he flares his wings wide and launches himself into the air, heading out for his routine morning patrol. And, true to his word, he finds Solomyr when he has awoken from his sleep.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
I'm very sorry for the wait! I figured we could fast-forward time a bit here so the Solomyr could sleep, if that works for you
@[Solomyr]