we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
The air calls to him. The wind of Tephra pulls urgently at his feathers, begging him to take to the skies. The feeling is familiar, so he does not question it as he allows a few wide sweeps of his wings to pull him from the blackened shoreline of his home. It becomes curiouser, though, when he finds his flight path taking him away from the volcanic peninsula and into the meadow. As he soars through thermals of cooler wind, his auburn skin shivers with the frigid cold that has taken over elsewhere as autumn arrives. His eyes are bright yet slightly unsure; he cannot understand why his mind and body pull him here (it had been ages since he had last been in a common, neutral land).Warrick is searching for something, he realizes. He cannot find it in the skies, so with gentle tilting of the outer feathers, he turns and spirals downwards towards the now-golden grasses of the meadow. His hooves hit the ground solidly, then tucking the large span of his navy wings into his sides. With a huff, the stallion glances around curiously, his lips pulled into a thin line. The meadow is eerily quiet and still, as if hushed by the departing of the warmer weather. He will soon realize that the world around him is quiet for an entirely different reason.
The clouds he had just flown through now grumble with motion and life; but there is no sign of an oncoming storm in such dry weather. The wind picks up - cool and frigid against his sleek skin - and he shivers, glancing up to the sky. His salt-dried forelock flutters across his face, staring up into the heavens like he has done his entire life. He has learned to expect no answer, just silence - but now, he is being summoned.
The Overseer’s features are slack and full of wonder as the clouds form into an equine from nothingness, speaking deeply and truly from the depths of twilight. It speaks his name, this omnipresent being, and it calls to his soul as if it has known him for a lifetime. Warrick swallows, his gaze unwavering as the clouds move and breathe, thinking immediately of Orani, of his sister, of his family. There is only one question in his mind that has been unanswered since their disappearance years ago on the mountain. There are others -
a nameless father Orani never spoke of, among other things.
“Where is my family?” He finally asks, his voice small compared to that of the god, but unwavering and clear.
Little did he know that family is right in front of him.
Warrick
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