06-22-2019, 11:57 AM
He has been watching Izora and the falcon rather than Aodhan, and when he turns back to find that the once-rock-now-horse creature has become covered in feathers, he blinks rapidly and shakes his head as though to clear his eyesight. But no, the feathers – and the newly grown wings – remain and the spotted stallion who wears them seems utterly unconcerned.
Pteron takes a step closer, impolite in his curiosity, and nearly reaches out to touch the feathered appendages. They are as snowy white as the other stallion’s coat and flecked in the same gold as his coat, reminding Pteron of the wings of a snowy owl he’d seen on the Icicle Isle, but metallic rather than simple black. He does not touch them though, remembering himself a few inches away, and draws back.
“You seem to have a great many talents,” he says with admiration, and then an amused grin as he adds: “The only thing I got from the cure to the Plague was an end to my coughing.”
Aodhan then retracts the feathers into his hide, a feat of shapeshifting that Pteron has never seen up close. It is fascinating, and again Pteron stifles the desire to tactiley explore the change. “You should,” he says with a nods, “Have you flown before? It took me a while to learn, but I was always clumsy as a child.” The dun pegasus has forgotten that his own wings are still invisible, and it is not until he turns to preen them that he is reminded.
“Oh.” he says abruptly, with a soft laugh at himself, “Right.” And then his wings are visible again, and he looks back to the spotted stallion with a wink and a grin. “You’re not the only one with talents.”
@[Aodhan]
Pteron takes a step closer, impolite in his curiosity, and nearly reaches out to touch the feathered appendages. They are as snowy white as the other stallion’s coat and flecked in the same gold as his coat, reminding Pteron of the wings of a snowy owl he’d seen on the Icicle Isle, but metallic rather than simple black. He does not touch them though, remembering himself a few inches away, and draws back.
“You seem to have a great many talents,” he says with admiration, and then an amused grin as he adds: “The only thing I got from the cure to the Plague was an end to my coughing.”
Aodhan then retracts the feathers into his hide, a feat of shapeshifting that Pteron has never seen up close. It is fascinating, and again Pteron stifles the desire to tactiley explore the change. “You should,” he says with a nods, “Have you flown before? It took me a while to learn, but I was always clumsy as a child.” The dun pegasus has forgotten that his own wings are still invisible, and it is not until he turns to preen them that he is reminded.
“Oh.” he says abruptly, with a soft laugh at himself, “Right.” And then his wings are visible again, and he looks back to the spotted stallion with a wink and a grin. “You’re not the only one with talents.”
@[Aodhan]