04-04-2018, 09:23 AM
Belgaer
Walking felt nice and Belgaer couldn’t remember the last time he’d made such a long trek on foot. Since the moment his father had first introduced him to flight, he’d grown accustomed to viewing the world from above. He’d been a very young colt the last time he’d walked the length of Ischia. Having been raised primarily by his flightless mother, she’d been hesitant to see him take to the skies – like many of her other winged children. Time and time again she’d witnessed her children as they drifted away from her, carried by the breeze. Perhaps that was why he continued to return to the island – he never desired to inflict upon her the pain of losing another son. Still, he never would forget how his heart leapt when his father came to teach him how to fly. The joy he found lost amongst the clouds, nothing could compare.
This time, however, he found more contentment with his hooves planted firmly on the ground. The walk had been refreshing, even if he’d forgotten how exhausting it was for him to lug around his large plume. Truly, it was far more useful to him when he was airborne. On the ground, the weight of his feathers made every step laborious. It wasn’t until they were crossing the bridge from the mainland onto the island that he’d decided to thin his bone density to lighten his load.
It felt oddly exciting to reenter Ischia in the company of Josie. Their meeting had been total fate and he marveled that she’d chosen to trust his ability to escort her safely back to the island.
Her laugh drew his attention once more and he smiled in response to it. The reaction was involuntary, and he wondered if she knew just how infectious her happiness actually was. He fluffed his feathers and met her eyes from over his shoulder. ”It certainly makes every journey a little easier.”
He wasn’t keen on bragging upon his abilities, especially when around horses who were seemingly average. There were plenty of other creatures scattered throughout the land that used every opportunity to assert their talents, he wasn’t one.
As their conversation progressed he found himself warmed by her excitement to live on the island. As she inquired upon the waterfall he pointed his nose towards a path just off their left side. ”The waterfall is truly a sight to behold…” His voice hesitated a moment as his steps faltered, allowing her a moment to draw up beside him. ”I could take you there, if you’d like?”
This time, however, he found more contentment with his hooves planted firmly on the ground. The walk had been refreshing, even if he’d forgotten how exhausting it was for him to lug around his large plume. Truly, it was far more useful to him when he was airborne. On the ground, the weight of his feathers made every step laborious. It wasn’t until they were crossing the bridge from the mainland onto the island that he’d decided to thin his bone density to lighten his load.
It felt oddly exciting to reenter Ischia in the company of Josie. Their meeting had been total fate and he marveled that she’d chosen to trust his ability to escort her safely back to the island.
Her laugh drew his attention once more and he smiled in response to it. The reaction was involuntary, and he wondered if she knew just how infectious her happiness actually was. He fluffed his feathers and met her eyes from over his shoulder. ”It certainly makes every journey a little easier.”
He wasn’t keen on bragging upon his abilities, especially when around horses who were seemingly average. There were plenty of other creatures scattered throughout the land that used every opportunity to assert their talents, he wasn’t one.
As their conversation progressed he found himself warmed by her excitement to live on the island. As she inquired upon the waterfall he pointed his nose towards a path just off their left side. ”The waterfall is truly a sight to behold…” His voice hesitated a moment as his steps faltered, allowing her a moment to draw up beside him. ”I could take you there, if you’d like?”
The Prodigal Son
@[Josie] sorry if isn't that good...