Ravin
02-20-2025, 02:52 PM
Ravin, who has no taste for the moon and its mysteries, just rolls his eyes at Wynter’s questions. He’s certain that he’s right, and that his father is a very literal lunatic. At the mention that the bird might pluck out his eyes though, he does laugh, a quiet huff of breath shortly before he takes off for the stream.
Even if he’d given them a warning, Ravin knows that his sister cannot catch him. He has always been faster, and today is no different.
He gallops the distance to the stream, his long legs and light frame aiding with his speed. When he reaches the stream, he leaps across it, spreading his wings as though they are already strong enough to carry him in flight. They aren’t of course, so he only soars a small distance before he lands awkwardly, then spins to where he thinks the fillies will be.
Instead, Wynters is in the midst of falling into the creek, with Luvi beside her on the bank.
Even if he’d given them a warning, Ravin knows that his sister cannot catch him. He has always been faster, and today is no different.
He gallops the distance to the stream, his long legs and light frame aiding with his speed. When he reaches the stream, he leaps across it, spreading his wings as though they are already strong enough to carry him in flight. They aren’t of course, so he only soars a small distance before he lands awkwardly, then spins to where he thinks the fillies will be.
Instead, Wynters is in the midst of falling into the creek, with Luvi beside her on the bank.