03-23-2016, 05:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-23-2016, 06:39 PM by Aemar ♦ Raelyx.)
The three figures stand perfectly still along the Tundra's horizon, mother and sons. Their scent drifts along the breeze, but they do not fear alarming anyone - Galilee's scent has lingered here often, mixed delicately with the scent of Brennen. And the boys - they are the physical embodiment of that mixture.
Her darkened lips find the crease behind each of their ears, and they busy themselves there fondly. Her suave voice cracks as she says her goodbyes, her well-wishes. The older boy brushes her off, but lends his mother a loving eye. The younger boy leans into her caresses, whinnying his heartfelt goodbye. In the end, the eldest boy must break up the little band, stepping away from the beautiful woman and tearing his brother with him.
"Go now, mother. Belgaer and Mosrael need you at home." Smiling one last goodbye, the white-chestnut boy turns and starts off into the kingdom, spurning the twang of his heartstrings. Behind him, his brother, a perfect mirror image of Galilee, walks backwards, calling endless goodbyes to the mare who stands on the border, waiting until she can see her sons no more.
It takes some time until the brothers walk shoulder to shoulder, steam curling from their nostrils.
"Don't look so glum, Raelyx." Says the eldest from between the points of his beak, extending his Great Blue Heron wing to knock against the small, bone-armoured boy.
"I'm not glum, Aemar." The younger states softly, clutching his own wings tightly to his sides. "It's just cold, is all."
With a roll of his yellowed eyes, Aemar drops the subject. For a little eternity, the brothers march in silence, scouring the bareness of the Tundra for any signs of life. It shouldn't be long until they come under the scrutiny of some old nag - a two year old bird-horse and his yearling bone-bird brother ought to present quite the sight.
Raelyx shivered.
Her darkened lips find the crease behind each of their ears, and they busy themselves there fondly. Her suave voice cracks as she says her goodbyes, her well-wishes. The older boy brushes her off, but lends his mother a loving eye. The younger boy leans into her caresses, whinnying his heartfelt goodbye. In the end, the eldest boy must break up the little band, stepping away from the beautiful woman and tearing his brother with him.
"Go now, mother. Belgaer and Mosrael need you at home." Smiling one last goodbye, the white-chestnut boy turns and starts off into the kingdom, spurning the twang of his heartstrings. Behind him, his brother, a perfect mirror image of Galilee, walks backwards, calling endless goodbyes to the mare who stands on the border, waiting until she can see her sons no more.
It takes some time until the brothers walk shoulder to shoulder, steam curling from their nostrils.
"Don't look so glum, Raelyx." Says the eldest from between the points of his beak, extending his Great Blue Heron wing to knock against the small, bone-armoured boy.
"I'm not glum, Aemar." The younger states softly, clutching his own wings tightly to his sides. "It's just cold, is all."
With a roll of his yellowed eyes, Aemar drops the subject. For a little eternity, the brothers march in silence, scouring the bareness of the Tundra for any signs of life. It shouldn't be long until they come under the scrutiny of some old nag - a two year old bird-horse and his yearling bone-bird brother ought to present quite the sight.
Raelyx shivered.