[private] Rapt

[Rhaegor]

There's so much world to explore, and even if he has only this one while some of his family has many, he feels fully rewarded for this fact. The essence of his being echoes with curiosity and brightness, a stone dropped down a deep chasm in search of a light in the darkest crevice. His wings, though scrawny and largely uncoordinated, take him where he bids them; and though him and Mothers had agreed that he would only stay in Hyaline and perhaps the playground, today those very wings brought him... somewhere else.

It's not that far from Hyaline, he reasons with himself. Mothers would approve.

He'd followed the thread of water that flows from Hyaline's lake to find himself in this land. Pumping his wings rather hard, it took him a bit of maneuvering to find an acceptable landing spot, and even then, he lands with a bit of a jolt. The usual calm of his deep brown eyes is momentarily lost in the frazzle, but as a gentle breeze soothes his mane away from his sweaty buckskin neck, it returns. Ever calm; ever collected.

Warlight has her dream teleportation, and Rhaegor has his wings; it's almost fair. And anyway, Sviko likes to be with Mothers... Or at least, Rhae likes to tell himself that, to help keep the guilt at bay. And in any chase, this tumbling stone has more ahead to focus on than the squabbling of a loud-mouthed, wingless younger brother -- whom he loves very much.

A small smile plays on his sooty lips at the thought of his palomino partner; but in the next moment, he is stooping to drink from the river, legs awkwardly splayed and the leopard print markings on his haunches showing easily as his stubby tail swished back and forth across his lil baby butt.

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