08-10-2019, 12:45 PM
Some days, when the winds have been especially in his favor and made his patrol quick, Pteron heads out to sea.
Northeast of the Taiga’s northern shoreline, cold air from the Icicle Isle meets warm from the Tephran volcano and slips underneath it. Pteron likes to follow it, his pale wings lifted high in the drafts as he soars without effort. He’s made it halfway over the Icicle Isle without a single beat of his wings before, and today he’s chosen to go the opposite direction for the very first time.
North is a known entity – Taiga remains a territory of the salt and iron Nerine and sister to the frozen island. But the East is an unknown – a place he has not dreamed of entering since the death of his younger sibling. Pteron still has no intention of venturing toward the Volcano, and he sweeps wide from that part of the mainland and instead travels over the myriad of islands. The two largest are the Resort and Ischia, the stallion knows, but cannot differentiate them. He sweeps lower, the humid air rising off the islands luring him like a siren’s song.
He should know better than to be surprised when he finds a true siren sunning itself in the clear water.
Pteron knows in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn’t land here, but he is impossibly curious about the lovely creature floating in the sea. That curiosity makes him more reckless than he might otherwise be, and after only a moment of hesitation he decides to dive into the sea.
It is not his wisest choice, and the shock of the salt water shakes off the invisibility he’d been holding onto for the entirety of his flight. The sudden appearance of a larger creature plummeting towards them terrifies a silver fish, and it has barely enough time to dark out of his way. The dive itself was not inelegant, but Pteron has never attempted anything quite like this before, and the bob to the surface that he’s seen kingfishers do is apparently impossible for an equine body. Instead, he splutters to the surface again with a great deal of spluttering and coughing and useless beating of his wings.
“That landing was a lot better in my head,” he says aloud, both to himself and to the sea creature, whose gaze he seeks out now that he treads water. “You might even have been impressed, if I pulled it off right.” The dun stallion grins at himself and at the violet eyed creature. He blinks, almost startled at the shade on an unfamiliar face, but they serve only to enhance his enchantment with this unfamiliar creature. “Are you a kelpie, then, floating out here in the sea?”
@[Aquaria]
Northeast of the Taiga’s northern shoreline, cold air from the Icicle Isle meets warm from the Tephran volcano and slips underneath it. Pteron likes to follow it, his pale wings lifted high in the drafts as he soars without effort. He’s made it halfway over the Icicle Isle without a single beat of his wings before, and today he’s chosen to go the opposite direction for the very first time.
North is a known entity – Taiga remains a territory of the salt and iron Nerine and sister to the frozen island. But the East is an unknown – a place he has not dreamed of entering since the death of his younger sibling. Pteron still has no intention of venturing toward the Volcano, and he sweeps wide from that part of the mainland and instead travels over the myriad of islands. The two largest are the Resort and Ischia, the stallion knows, but cannot differentiate them. He sweeps lower, the humid air rising off the islands luring him like a siren’s song.
He should know better than to be surprised when he finds a true siren sunning itself in the clear water.
Pteron knows in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn’t land here, but he is impossibly curious about the lovely creature floating in the sea. That curiosity makes him more reckless than he might otherwise be, and after only a moment of hesitation he decides to dive into the sea.
It is not his wisest choice, and the shock of the salt water shakes off the invisibility he’d been holding onto for the entirety of his flight. The sudden appearance of a larger creature plummeting towards them terrifies a silver fish, and it has barely enough time to dark out of his way. The dive itself was not inelegant, but Pteron has never attempted anything quite like this before, and the bob to the surface that he’s seen kingfishers do is apparently impossible for an equine body. Instead, he splutters to the surface again with a great deal of spluttering and coughing and useless beating of his wings.
“That landing was a lot better in my head,” he says aloud, both to himself and to the sea creature, whose gaze he seeks out now that he treads water. “You might even have been impressed, if I pulled it off right.” The dun stallion grins at himself and at the violet eyed creature. He blinks, almost startled at the shade on an unfamiliar face, but they serve only to enhance his enchantment with this unfamiliar creature. “Are you a kelpie, then, floating out here in the sea?”
@[Aquaria]