[open] lost in the woods; any

[Dracarys]

DRACARYS

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.

The early morning sounds of nature are softly heard in the distance. Her ears gently quiver at their gentle awakening. It isn’t until the sun illuminates the entrance of the den that she opens her eyes to greet the beginning of a new day.

The warmth of the sun on her face is comforting. Dracarys stretches each of her limbs and then her neck and head before she rises from her slumbering position. Stretching her right wing first and then her left wing, the blue mare steps out of the den to watch the rest of the rising sun light up the rolling hills just for a few moments.

Letting the final yawn escape through her lips, the ice dragon mare steps to the edge of the cliff and spreads out her wings. With a few beats of her wings she steps out into the open air and instantly the wind takes beneath her wings. She glides gently towards the north, the summer sun caressing her with warm as she glances down to the hilly landscape beneath her.

Her silver eyes find nothing of the slightest out of place; however, it has been like that for quiet some time now. Loess was a lull, to her at least, since she returned from the mountain that imprinted her as a dragon. Her days since then had been spent learning to get a feel for her new abilities and adjusting to the quieter life she had before leaving Sylva. It has been a few years since then, but to her it only feels like yesterday she was in the never-ending autumn forest with her parents.

Dracarys pushes the thought out of her mind though. Turning to the past only brought her unwanted feelings, she had the future to look towards to. A future she isn’t quite sure what will be like for her, but for now she simple moves with it.

Looking forward, the blue mare finds herself more towards the northern highlands. Her silver gaze scans across the rising hills, quickly she spots the out of ordinary. It is the blueness of the winged mare that catches her attention first and then her curiosity second that sends her descending towards the unfamiliar mare.

Finding a clear landing near the perlino and navy pointed mare, Dracarys lands with ease and grace. Her gaze remains still on the nameless mare, but a curious smile curls on her blue lips when she closes the small distance between them in the hillside hollow with a single saguro. “Good morning,” she greets the mare. Her gaze then glances down to the lowlands of Loess, the sun now illuminating the rest of the kingdom’s hilly terrain. “Not too bad of a view from here.” Her smile increases a little more as she thinks of the view from the eastern den she sleeps in regularly now that Cyprin had told her about. Turning to face the winged mare again, Dracarys pauses for a moment as the small hints of a forest fill her nostril.

It reminds her of home once more.

Shaking the thought away, Dracarys focuses back onto the mare. “I don’t think we met before. Are you new?” Dracarys new giving her name away first was a mistake. Somewhere, long go, her father had told her to only give small amount of information and to be the only one that asks the questions.

@[Lepis] Couldn't help myself