04-09-2021, 03:11 PM
. |
. |
. |
Even after several days of normalcy (though it feels more strange than normal now), Targaryen still finds that the sunlight burns against his eyes. He had rejoiced in life returning to Beqanna; already, the plant life in Taiga has seemed to perk up, and even Jedar has seemed happier since the sun returned. Yet the tobiano cannot deny that he spent so much time in the darkness that the light aches. The heat feels sweltering after so much time in the cold. Flying above the treeline feels more like traveling over a desert.
He has always preferred the comforts of a forest. How many days had he spent in the depths of a forest, curled beneath the shadows of a mighty oak to watch his mother’s dormant form? Targaryen has associated the trees with family since childhood, noticing how Noori’s legs turned to trunks in the soil and watching the vines slowly twine across her torso. Now that day has returned, the woodlands seem an even greater comfort.
Yet even with the heat, Targaryen cannot help but think of the pink-and-black girl he had met before the world went dark. There are times Catryn will appear in his dreams, glowing with her wings made of sunshine, and he will watch her pinwheel through the sky. When he wakes one morning with her smile lingering behind his eyes, Targaryen decides to find her.
The tobiano’s first stop is the Meadow. It is where they had met and where he had taught her the beginnings of flight. Targaryen wonders if she has practiced in the darkness, unaware of how debilitated the rest of their world became. Did Catryn even know that the world was dark around her? His chest is filled with questions for the pretty, sunlit girl, and Targaryen’s eyes scan the Meadow with fervent excitement.
He has always preferred the comforts of a forest. How many days had he spent in the depths of a forest, curled beneath the shadows of a mighty oak to watch his mother’s dormant form? Targaryen has associated the trees with family since childhood, noticing how Noori’s legs turned to trunks in the soil and watching the vines slowly twine across her torso. Now that day has returned, the woodlands seem an even greater comfort.
Yet even with the heat, Targaryen cannot help but think of the pink-and-black girl he had met before the world went dark. There are times Catryn will appear in his dreams, glowing with her wings made of sunshine, and he will watch her pinwheel through the sky. When he wakes one morning with her smile lingering behind his eyes, Targaryen decides to find her.
The tobiano’s first stop is the Meadow. It is where they had met and where he had taught her the beginnings of flight. Targaryen wonders if she has practiced in the darkness, unaware of how debilitated the rest of their world became. Did Catryn even know that the world was dark around her? His chest is filled with questions for the pretty, sunlit girl, and Targaryen’s eyes scan the Meadow with fervent excitement.
@[Catryn]