06-07-2015, 10:34 AM
Thanks to Mama Yael's patient lessons, her rebellious wings have gradually been brought under control. Well, enough under control that the next logical step had taken place: actual flying lessons, which had gone about as well as could be expected. And today, the red dun is up in the sky on one of her solo attempts, her attention tightly focused on keeping her extra pair of limbs from getting any ideas of their own. A crash landing was not how she wanted her afternoon to end, no, not at all. In one of her spare moments drifting across the desert sky, she happens to glance downwards and spots two figures upon the sand, one of them very familiar indeed. Curious as to what her adoptive mother is doing down there, she sideslips through the air, beginning a careful descent. The youngster comes down to earth in a loose spiraling pattern, making her way towards the pair once her hooves have actually made contact with the hot golden sands. As she nears them, it becomes evident that this is a Big Moment, whatever it was that was going on, and the planned greeting she had been about to offer up dies in her red throat. Instead, Kabechet just stands quietly to one side, making herself visible but not intruding directly. Should Mama Yael and the unfamiliar male--was he one of the many children that she had heard about?--want to include her in their conversation, she will join in, but not until then.
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