Miykael

More than anything in the world, he needed to get away. Now that her memories had returned, Aly's nightmares were back and though he tried desperately to calm her he knew the only way to fix it would be to block those memories again. And that she blatantly refuses. No, she says, I can handle it. A frustrated snort practically explodes from his nostrils. He needed to get out of here and fast. Tucking Eliana safely in the bows of a tree near where his only friend slept (however fitful her sleep may be), he turns and, with the softest of steps, makes his way to the rocky coastline. The way the trees opened and the lengthy stretch of land before it dropped off into the sea provided him with an easy way to take off. With his large, white wings spread wide he erupts into a gallop the moment he breaks through the line of trees. Galloping with an uninhibited abandon towards the rocky cliff. Flapping and maneuvering his wings just right, his hooves lift off the ground just before the edge of the cliff. Ascending higher, he loops over the sea to turn himself around, flies over World's Edge and heads north and east.

Surely the cold of the north would be a welcome change this night?

Alone he soars. Lavishing the feel of the wind and air currents against the feathers of his wings. It has been weeks since he has gone flying - weeks because of Eliana. She is young still and he dare not put her life in danger. He loves her, in the only way that he can as the one bonded to her. That does not mean that he can't long for the freedom of flight, however, and he knows that once she is older and able to fly on her own that the two of them will be difficult to snag and bring down from the clouds. For now, while she is still so young, he remains mostly earth-bound, walking everywhere he goes for the sake of keeping her safe. It worked well enough, though he would always daydream of the day when she flew by his side.

Exhaling a deep sigh, the pegasus turns his gaze to the land below him. His blue eyes see the snowy peaks lining the Aurora Basin to his left and he keeps going, continuing north and east towards the northeastern edge of Helovia. Once he is well clear of the Basin, he begins his descent. Dropping slowly and steadily before setting down lightly in the snow, landing ready to walk. His hooves crunch on the snow with each and every step. Miykael welcomed...no, embraced the cold and though he was still overall thinner than he had been a few seasons ago he paid little to no heed to it. Instead he simply continued to move until he could move no further. He has reached the edge, it seems There, and only there, does he shift his blue gaze upwards to the sky - he watches the northern lights, half contemplative and half intrigued by the shifting lights.

[@[Tangere] - sorry for the wait, dear! and sorry for the not so good post, they'll get better. <3]

still learning to love, just starting to crawl