The weather had finally begun to break. Joyously Jaydan leapt to the skies, his wings flexing with renewed energy. For too long he'd been ground bound, the sun feeling all the more severe in the skyways, although it had been a perfect excuse to know his herd's terrain better by hoof and to work on strength training in the sands.

Now though, he needed to fly.

Wind tousled against his mane, and though it still pressed warmth against his hide, it did not give the feeling of flames crawling amongst his hairs. "All hail Orangemoon!" He laughed to himself, body twisting and tilting in the air. Carefree and off scout duty for the rest of the afternoon, Jaydan decided to let the winds carry him at their will. It offered him a brief moment of true happiness, and just for a day, he did fly away from all his hurt, all his sorrow. He closed his eyes and felt nothing but the world driving around him.

Eyelashes fluttered as Jaydan opened his eyes, blue gaze not surprised to find the corpse of trees called the Threshold. Although he would have preferred to have 'awoken' to a less duty-bound area, he figured since he was already here he might as well glance around, he could always travel to the Meadow or the Fields afterwards. Nodding in approval to his own plan, Jaydan turned sharply on his right wing and began to wheel down in tight circles. The world rose up to meet him and he stretched his forelegs out, grappling for a tree branch.

His body sent the dried, thirsty boughs waving unsteadily under him. They creaked and groaned and threatened to splinter, but feeling reckless Jaydan tested their strength. He was more at home in trees than the dry desert of the Throat anyway. The boughs held him, for now. Wings buffeted the air as he gathered his balance on the unsteady limb, leaves whispering as they slapped against one another. Many shook loose - too many for such an early rise of the Orangemoon. Just more testament to the ravages of the sun and his temper this Tallsun. Jaydan shook his head, lamenting the losses, though he did feel anger towards the god. These things were too above such a simple warrior, he would leave them for the more spiritual of his herd.

Luckily there were too mares below ready to snatch his attention from such deep thoughts. He peered down at them with a curious eye, a broad grin stretching his lips as he laughed loudly. He hadn't been aware there'd been onlookers to his surely strange option of a perch and likely ungraceful landing upon it. How foolish they surely thought him! Like a colt he took glee in this showmanship and ridiculousness, the happiness of the season change infecting every inch of his being today.

"Hello!" he crowed to them, giggles subsiding as he took to assessing them in a leisurely way.