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09-15-2012, 11:22 AM
The tepid currents of air above the Throat cradled Leander's sandy form. The place still didn't feel quite like home, but expecting that would be silly. After all, he'd only been accepted into the ranks not so long ago. In the distance, the pale outline of the great tree loomed it's silent greeting. Not so far off was the sweet earth bound girl, Wuthering. He had taken to flying during their short trek from the Threshold, for wings got restless after sitting idly for too long. Bulky mahogany appendages began to tilt, sending the stallion down towards the sand just as the brown mare called his name. "Hello, dear! See, told you I could fly!" Cheerful tones rang out for the doll. The flight had lifted his spirits, as flying often did. Being in the sky tended to make one forget about their problems, at least for a while. His troubled encounter with Faelene was still at the back of his mind, but it was getting easier to move forward with a smile. Sooty pillars met the earth with an audible thud. With satisfied wings folded neatly against his pelt, Leander trotted over to his new friend's side. "What do you think so far?" He asked warmly, hoping this region would be to the mare's liking. The oasis was quite a beautiful sight, though there were those that preferred forested nests. Now that they had reached the expanse of the Throat, it was time to call on his leader. "Kri!" Deep chords bellowed out his request. It was time for them to meet.  |
