a bright and dangerous spark
Oceane had told her to go out into Loess and explore, meet the inhabitants she could and either befriend or simply get to know them, so that is exactly what Cheri intends to do. The winter season here is less harsh than it would be in the north, and not nearly as cold as it could get on icicle isle even in the dead heat of summer. But it was still cold. Cold enough to keep Cheri near the ground on her flight that day, and eventually cold enough to the point she lands near the southern tip of the kingdom where the ocean meets the shore.
Her vantage point is one obscured by the high rise of canyons. They blotted out the ocean she approached steadily, but did nothing to hinder the sea breezes or dull the distant sound of crashing waves, so her legs got some use of the walking and soon enough her muscles warmed from the physical exertion. Cheri felt … happy. She had Loess now, Oceane’s confidence in her ability to be not only a good diplomat but a promising young start for the once-quiet (now growing) territory.
With the weight of so much assurance Cheri hardly felt like she could fail, and it was a warm but dark smile that fashioned itself to her mouth when at last she met the low-rolling dunes with her hooves and picked up a quick, brisk trot to navigate through them down towards the beach. Here, the smell of salt and brine was strongest. Cheri stopped just at the shore and threw her head to the sky, beams of light glancing like rays of shimmering color off her wings and off the crystals clustered randomly over her skin. She breathed deeply, at one with the peace surrounding her, and lowered her chin once more to look out across the vast emptiness of dark water.
It was then she spied the golden horse, nearly submerged in the rolling waves. For a moment she started forward in alarm, thinking he might be drowning or trying to harm himself, but she paused mid-step once she realized he was firmly unmoved by the curling sea.
“Are you alright out there?!” She called anyways, just to be certain.
Her vantage point is one obscured by the high rise of canyons. They blotted out the ocean she approached steadily, but did nothing to hinder the sea breezes or dull the distant sound of crashing waves, so her legs got some use of the walking and soon enough her muscles warmed from the physical exertion. Cheri felt … happy. She had Loess now, Oceane’s confidence in her ability to be not only a good diplomat but a promising young start for the once-quiet (now growing) territory.
With the weight of so much assurance Cheri hardly felt like she could fail, and it was a warm but dark smile that fashioned itself to her mouth when at last she met the low-rolling dunes with her hooves and picked up a quick, brisk trot to navigate through them down towards the beach. Here, the smell of salt and brine was strongest. Cheri stopped just at the shore and threw her head to the sky, beams of light glancing like rays of shimmering color off her wings and off the crystals clustered randomly over her skin. She breathed deeply, at one with the peace surrounding her, and lowered her chin once more to look out across the vast emptiness of dark water.
It was then she spied the golden horse, nearly submerged in the rolling waves. For a moment she started forward in alarm, thinking he might be drowning or trying to harm himself, but she paused mid-step once she realized he was firmly unmoved by the curling sea.
“Are you alright out there?!” She called anyways, just to be certain.
@[Ledger]