08-09-2020, 06:33 PM
Summer nights were Mesec’s favourite - a wide expanse of stars and no biting chill to the air making it less uncomfortable to get out and explore. If he were self-aware at all, he would consider whether or not he ventured out at night purely for the aesthetics of it all - but he doesn’t. There has never been much vanity in him.
All he knows is that, even in a strange land, there’s a piece of him that feels at home at night. It’s a feeling he used to battle, but now he accepts the comfort of it - the familiarity. Nights in the Rift were full of horrors, but here in Beqanna he had found nothing to discourage him from enjoying them wherever he wished.
Fireflies blink in and out of existence among the long grasses of the meadow while Mesec lands from his flight - his great wings outstretched and revealing the glowing silver feathers on the inside as he gracefully lands. Then they fold, concealing most of the glow much like the clouds that cut dark shapes against the bright stars and near-new moon that is just a sliver in the sky. Once on the ground, he inhales deeply - as though he could breathe in the peace of the moment.
Silver eyes close and he stands quietly, listening to the nothing-and-everything sounds of the night.
All he knows is that, even in a strange land, there’s a piece of him that feels at home at night. It’s a feeling he used to battle, but now he accepts the comfort of it - the familiarity. Nights in the Rift were full of horrors, but here in Beqanna he had found nothing to discourage him from enjoying them wherever he wished.
Fireflies blink in and out of existence among the long grasses of the meadow while Mesec lands from his flight - his great wings outstretched and revealing the glowing silver feathers on the inside as he gracefully lands. Then they fold, concealing most of the glow much like the clouds that cut dark shapes against the bright stars and near-new moon that is just a sliver in the sky. Once on the ground, he inhales deeply - as though he could breathe in the peace of the moment.
Silver eyes close and he stands quietly, listening to the nothing-and-everything sounds of the night.
Mesec
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