03-07-2019, 10:09 PM
Pteron stands on a rocky precipice just south of the crescent lake, his olive green eyes flickering across the land below him. Loess looks much different in the winter, blanketed by the snow. It is a good sort of different, the young stallion has decided, and it is nice to look at. He is doing just that - looking for the sake of looking - when he sees the shadow.
Lifting a wing to shield his gaze from the bright sun, the tobiano seeks the source of the shadow in the sky, one that he recognizes as that of a flying horses. He spots it just as the pegasus lands, and Pteron's young heart skips a beat at the familiar shade of gold.
His father's voice calls out a well-remembered bugle, and Pteron spreads his wings. Wolfbane's words keep him in place, but it is a near thing, and he shifts his weight excitedly until the striped stallion crests the ridge. Once he does, Pteron approaches him without a moment's hesitation, burying his pale face in his father's blue and gold shoulder.
"Dad! You came back! I knew you would!" Pulling back from the embrace, Pteron looks up at his father, a little surprised that he no longer has to look up quite as far as he had at their last meeting. He knows he has grown - he is nearly two now! - but knowing and seeing it is something entirely different.
"I missed you." He adds, and then looks up at the sky once more. Shouldn't Mother be along soon, he thinks?
@[Wolfbane]
Lifting a wing to shield his gaze from the bright sun, the tobiano seeks the source of the shadow in the sky, one that he recognizes as that of a flying horses. He spots it just as the pegasus lands, and Pteron's young heart skips a beat at the familiar shade of gold.
His father's voice calls out a well-remembered bugle, and Pteron spreads his wings. Wolfbane's words keep him in place, but it is a near thing, and he shifts his weight excitedly until the striped stallion crests the ridge. Once he does, Pteron approaches him without a moment's hesitation, burying his pale face in his father's blue and gold shoulder.
"Dad! You came back! I knew you would!" Pulling back from the embrace, Pteron looks up at his father, a little surprised that he no longer has to look up quite as far as he had at their last meeting. He knows he has grown - he is nearly two now! - but knowing and seeing it is something entirely different.
"I missed you." He adds, and then looks up at the sky once more. Shouldn't Mother be along soon, he thinks?
@[Wolfbane]