07-20-2015, 10:00 AM
Yael? Straia asks, and the raven winks a beady black eye at her in confirmation to her guess. Its beak opens and her voices comes out, the half-hearted masquerade up. “Xello, Straia. Velcome.”Waiting to see what the newest addition to their magic club will do, she is pleasantly surprised when the brown and white mare sprouts glossy purple-black wings. Everyone, in their heart of hearts, she thinks, wants to know what it’s like to fly. Raven-Yael chuckles and then flaps her wings, removing herself from Straia’s flank before shifting back to horse form.
It wouldn’t be very good manners to squash a visitor - let alone a visiting Queen. Yael can only imagine the diplomatic headache that would result from that.
She shifts back into her standard shape (she’s never been one to play with colors or forms - though the fancy may yet strike her), complete with shiny, illustrious feathers. Luckily, the sun has already reached its peak and is well on its way down, which is much better for flyers. As intense as the heat can be on the Desert floor, it is often magnified in the air - though the wind can sometimes offer a bit of relief as well. “Eet ees most beautiful at sunset and sunrise, but now ees not too bad. Come. Eef you fly high enough, you can see ze ocean at ze end.” Yael grins and leaps into the sky, expecting Straia to follow.
She knows the Chamberling will not be able to see their new oasis, and that there are no secrets to reveal about the Kingdom from above. The Desert protects itself, simply by being a desert.
It wouldn’t be very good manners to squash a visitor - let alone a visiting Queen. Yael can only imagine the diplomatic headache that would result from that.
She shifts back into her standard shape (she’s never been one to play with colors or forms - though the fancy may yet strike her), complete with shiny, illustrious feathers. Luckily, the sun has already reached its peak and is well on its way down, which is much better for flyers. As intense as the heat can be on the Desert floor, it is often magnified in the air - though the wind can sometimes offer a bit of relief as well. “Eet ees most beautiful at sunset and sunrise, but now ees not too bad. Come. Eef you fly high enough, you can see ze ocean at ze end.” Yael grins and leaps into the sky, expecting Straia to follow.
She knows the Chamberling will not be able to see their new oasis, and that there are no secrets to reveal about the Kingdom from above. The Desert protects itself, simply by being a desert.
Yael, guardian of the desert