07-12-2019, 09:52 AM
Aodhán
ice and fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Flying may not be everything, but… wow, does that feel good.
The winter air hasn’t been ideal for takeoff - in fact when he dived too low in his current form, he had debated shifting into a seal - but then he’d found a warmer current coming in from the west, and slowly but steadily, the golden-beaked seagull had found his way towards the Island Resort.
From above, it looked both different and the same than when he had swam here as a yearling to retrieve some shells - not unlike the blue outlined shells that would mark him in horse form - distant, large upon getting closer, and still so very strange when he paid attention to the structures on one side.
The gull had landed in a tree just before the storm, and so there was a gecko sitting just below the leaves until the weather had calmed down a bit. His large emerald eyes scanned the horizon now, until he caught sight of a stallion leaving the jungle just a bit further out, staying out on the beach like he had Great Thinking to do.
It was thus that it took the little white, gold-marbled gecko to spy the other white form: an arctic fox, severely out of place, taking up a resting space just below the tree where the gecko (formerly gull) had waited out the storm.
Without so much of a thought, he dropped from the tree to cling his sticky paws to the furry animal, gleefully sticking his tongue in one ear from his new position on top of the fox’ head.
The winter air hasn’t been ideal for takeoff - in fact when he dived too low in his current form, he had debated shifting into a seal - but then he’d found a warmer current coming in from the west, and slowly but steadily, the golden-beaked seagull had found his way towards the Island Resort.
From above, it looked both different and the same than when he had swam here as a yearling to retrieve some shells - not unlike the blue outlined shells that would mark him in horse form - distant, large upon getting closer, and still so very strange when he paid attention to the structures on one side.
The gull had landed in a tree just before the storm, and so there was a gecko sitting just below the leaves until the weather had calmed down a bit. His large emerald eyes scanned the horizon now, until he caught sight of a stallion leaving the jungle just a bit further out, staying out on the beach like he had Great Thinking to do.
It was thus that it took the little white, gold-marbled gecko to spy the other white form: an arctic fox, severely out of place, taking up a resting space just below the tree where the gecko (formerly gull) had waited out the storm.
Without so much of a thought, he dropped from the tree to cling his sticky paws to the furry animal, gleefully sticking his tongue in one ear from his new position on top of the fox’ head.
@[Ruinam]