05-17-2021, 04:09 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
Since returning home from the Pampas, Cheri has lived her life in nearly the same vein as Targaryen. Work from sunup to sundown, exploring the vast wilderness of a Kingdom nearly twice the size (if not larger) than her birth home. Her mornings were brief, her afternoons languid and filled with whatever new curiosity she could find hiding between the nooks and crannies of the varying land formations, and her evenings spent trying not to think about her past transgressions.
When she thinks of those red eyes, Cheri feels close to crying.
The weather as of late has been unpredictable. It mirrored her depression on occasion, but more often than not the skies seemed cloudy and burdensome. They only lifted when she left the confines of the borders, and her sunniest day since leaving Taiga had been spent in the company of Anubias - a long lost but now recovered friend. Spring arrived, bringing a season of hope with it and taking away the insecurity she was often left to face when night approached. The air was warmer and Cheri had a little home of her own, thanks to Tarian.
She still missed the redwoods, especially Targaryen, and when his familiar call echoed out over the rolling hills Cheri was actually shocked. She thought it might’ve been a trick, and then when her suspicions were confirmed to be real she raced toward them in flight without bothering to keep her hooves on the ground.
“Targaryen!” She called out his name, breathless as she hovered above the steaming clouds that kept the warm bathing pools hidden from sight. With a flap of her wings, Cheri kept herself aloft only until a passing breeze swept away some of the foggy cover and then she swept down in a giddy descent, heading straight to where Yen was waiting for her. Her thundering heart could hardly believe it; he was here in Loess, standing beside the hot springs as if he’d been here all along. “Oh Yenny!” Cheri tried miserably to hold back tears of joy, splashing her way through the shallows and up the sloping bank where he stood.
She could care less about decorum. In an instant her wings had flared forward to wrap themselves around his sturdy, handsome body and her head carefully tucked itself underneath the crook of his chin, which was much easier to reach than it’d been the last time they were together. Tenderly, Cheri made sure not to scrape his viridian skin with the jagged edges of her forehead crystals. “I was starting to think you'd never come.” She murmured into his neck, drying her eyes.
“What took you so long?!” She blurted out in surprise, pulling her wings (if not her body) away from his in mock anger.
When she thinks of those red eyes, Cheri feels close to crying.
The weather as of late has been unpredictable. It mirrored her depression on occasion, but more often than not the skies seemed cloudy and burdensome. They only lifted when she left the confines of the borders, and her sunniest day since leaving Taiga had been spent in the company of Anubias - a long lost but now recovered friend. Spring arrived, bringing a season of hope with it and taking away the insecurity she was often left to face when night approached. The air was warmer and Cheri had a little home of her own, thanks to Tarian.
She still missed the redwoods, especially Targaryen, and when his familiar call echoed out over the rolling hills Cheri was actually shocked. She thought it might’ve been a trick, and then when her suspicions were confirmed to be real she raced toward them in flight without bothering to keep her hooves on the ground.
“Targaryen!” She called out his name, breathless as she hovered above the steaming clouds that kept the warm bathing pools hidden from sight. With a flap of her wings, Cheri kept herself aloft only until a passing breeze swept away some of the foggy cover and then she swept down in a giddy descent, heading straight to where Yen was waiting for her. Her thundering heart could hardly believe it; he was here in Loess, standing beside the hot springs as if he’d been here all along. “Oh Yenny!” Cheri tried miserably to hold back tears of joy, splashing her way through the shallows and up the sloping bank where he stood.
She could care less about decorum. In an instant her wings had flared forward to wrap themselves around his sturdy, handsome body and her head carefully tucked itself underneath the crook of his chin, which was much easier to reach than it’d been the last time they were together. Tenderly, Cheri made sure not to scrape his viridian skin with the jagged edges of her forehead crystals. “I was starting to think you'd never come.” She murmured into his neck, drying her eyes.
“What took you so long?!” She blurted out in surprise, pulling her wings (if not her body) away from his in mock anger.
And I - OOPs