01-15-2019, 11:02 PM
From home, the brilliant aurora is nothing but a dim flicker in the sky. But here, so far north that life itself seems to have frozen over, they are glorious.
Sheets of soft pale green ripple across the sky, reminding young Pteron of the broad pampas grass of his homeland. He's never traveled this far from them, and is hit with a sudden pang of concern. The dun pegasus had the ability to leave home, it seems, but now he is not quite certain that he should have.
The journey had taken some time, but he'd planned it for some time. Tell Mother he was going to spend time with Dad, tell Dad the opposite, and leave the Brilliant Pampas a few hours before Wolfbane did the same. He's not really sure how much time has passed since he left home, but he's taken a nap or two and eaten a few times.
Grass is still not his favorite, but Mother has been less and less interested in feeding him as her pregnancy wears on. She'd said something about a little sister, but Pteron refuses to acknowledge that the arrival of a sibling is especially important (though it is certainly exciting!).
Around him, the wind begins to pick up. He holds his blue and white wings tight against his side, and shivers. They keep him warm - as does his thick winter coat - but Pteron is very grateful he hadn't gone any farther north than this. The land stretches toward the light, but the adolescent stallion is unwilling to take on a glacier, no matter how beautiful the sight might be.
There is a sound behind him and he turns. Before he finds the source - perhaps a voice or or just the rustle of wind on snow - he becomes invisible. It takes less than the time between blinks, and he looks now with intangible olive green eyes.
Sheets of soft pale green ripple across the sky, reminding young Pteron of the broad pampas grass of his homeland. He's never traveled this far from them, and is hit with a sudden pang of concern. The dun pegasus had the ability to leave home, it seems, but now he is not quite certain that he should have.
The journey had taken some time, but he'd planned it for some time. Tell Mother he was going to spend time with Dad, tell Dad the opposite, and leave the Brilliant Pampas a few hours before Wolfbane did the same. He's not really sure how much time has passed since he left home, but he's taken a nap or two and eaten a few times.
Grass is still not his favorite, but Mother has been less and less interested in feeding him as her pregnancy wears on. She'd said something about a little sister, but Pteron refuses to acknowledge that the arrival of a sibling is especially important (though it is certainly exciting!).
Around him, the wind begins to pick up. He holds his blue and white wings tight against his side, and shivers. They keep him warm - as does his thick winter coat - but Pteron is very grateful he hadn't gone any farther north than this. The land stretches toward the light, but the adolescent stallion is unwilling to take on a glacier, no matter how beautiful the sight might be.
There is a sound behind him and he turns. Before he finds the source - perhaps a voice or or just the rustle of wind on snow - he becomes invisible. It takes less than the time between blinks, and he looks now with intangible olive green eyes.