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12-06-2014, 05:08 PM
StormBringer  Spring had arrived in a slow flourish, thawing the ice of their surroundings and brightening hope into the previous shadows of his flock's faces. Winter was a harsh time for many of them, and though Kaj had been born on a tundra with snow present nearly all year round, Helovia's warm seasons had made him just as uncomfortable to return to such cold temperatures. Though mud liked to suck and cling to his lightly feathered legs, Kaj could forgive such transgressions of the earth if it meant he did not worry over the health of his family. There were no tasks to be done, nothing to forge or break in the world. It seemed everyone was merely reveling in the slow warmth budding on their skin, and peace had temporarily overtaken worry. Though he'd had no reason to be in the meadow, he'd learned from Cheveyo that it was good to escape the stress and work of his herdland, to take time for himself. From the sidelines, the king had watched with a quietly amused smile upon his face as young Ilios fought in solitude against gravity. Memories of his own failures at flight warmed him from the inside, and as he heard the muttered defeat in the young colt's voice, he stepped forward to be seen, mud squelching and signalling his appearance. "It is not pointless, little one. Flight is difficult to achieve." Deep vocals thrummed out like a thunderous growl, but soft with care and affection. Let it never be said that Kaj was not pathetically fond over younglings. Large wings slowly lifted, flaring and illuminating every feather and filament. "How do you think someone as big as myself can achieve flight?" Humor laced his tone, eyes warm with amusement as his wings dropped to clasp round his sides once more. Spring had lifted the shadows of hunger from his ribs at last, and he was fit and glowing once more. "This is a terrible place to first learn, and alone? You are very brave, Ilios," Kaj murmured. Turning to Nasreen he gave his brother's younger sibling a fond smile, looking between the two before coming to a decision. "Perhaps we can move somewhere more fitting? And then we can play in the mud as a reward for Ilios learning how to fly. May I teach you, little one? It would be my honor." Flight lessons were more appropriately done by the father of the foal, but as it was well known that Parelia had left with Ilios alone, Kaj felt as if it would be kinder to keep the colt from further self-harm. An adequate teacher was better than learning incorrectly in solitude. |
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