04-06-2015, 08:01 PM
All new Pegasi take awhile to get used to their wings. Even as adults. Yael remembers an occasion or two when she'd been in the middle of the Meadow and gotten her oversized, golden wings tangled up in those pesky bushes. It was awfully embarrassing. But it could always be worse, right? She could have some sort of odd appendage or no voice, or a forked tongue... the good queen tried not to judge, but some defects made her feel sad despite her best efforts.
Plus, flying! It was a better endorphin kick than running, and right now the little golden Queen was sorely lacking in endorphins. Her lover has been dead for almost a year, her children have all abandoned her, and this whole crowning a new ruler bit is incredibly stressful. So perhaps she, too, is looking for a little comfort; someone to look up to her and love her and cuddle with at night.
She remembers her wild child, Munroe, and wonders sadly where he ran off to without so much as a goodbye. Mikhael too... and Etro and Akbar and Kitra. Only Zilpah and Gaza stayed with her. Even Noori left, off on some crazy whim that Yael cannot fault her for. They rarely stay in the Desert.
Except for Yael. Yael will always be there.
She shines a little in the sun, her small and elegant Akhal-Teke frame dwarfed by large golden wings the same hue as her skin. A light spring breeze tugs at the ends of a silver mane and tail, as she picks her way slowly across the land, neither wandering with intention or lack thereof. When she spies the little girl with her brightly colored wings stuck in a bush, she grins a little and moves towards her. "Pesky leettle branches, aren't t'ey? Alvays grabbing at vat ees not t'eirs. Need some xelp, dear?"
She reaches out to daintily grasp the thin bits of wood in her teeth, pulling them away from the girl's feathers.
Plus, flying! It was a better endorphin kick than running, and right now the little golden Queen was sorely lacking in endorphins. Her lover has been dead for almost a year, her children have all abandoned her, and this whole crowning a new ruler bit is incredibly stressful. So perhaps she, too, is looking for a little comfort; someone to look up to her and love her and cuddle with at night.
She remembers her wild child, Munroe, and wonders sadly where he ran off to without so much as a goodbye. Mikhael too... and Etro and Akbar and Kitra. Only Zilpah and Gaza stayed with her. Even Noori left, off on some crazy whim that Yael cannot fault her for. They rarely stay in the Desert.
Except for Yael. Yael will always be there.
She shines a little in the sun, her small and elegant Akhal-Teke frame dwarfed by large golden wings the same hue as her skin. A light spring breeze tugs at the ends of a silver mane and tail, as she picks her way slowly across the land, neither wandering with intention or lack thereof. When she spies the little girl with her brightly colored wings stuck in a bush, she grins a little and moves towards her. "Pesky leettle branches, aren't t'ey? Alvays grabbing at vat ees not t'eirs. Need some xelp, dear?"
She reaches out to daintily grasp the thin bits of wood in her teeth, pulling them away from the girl's feathers.
Yael, the desert’s golden queen