It was the furthest from home he had ever been all by himself in ever, and BOY was he tired.

He was pretty sure that this must be the end of the world. He'd gone through desert, and fields, and forests, and past a river and over some hills and under some more trees and finally he'd wound up here, right in front of a set of rocks so enormous he couldn't even imagine trying to climb them. After all, what was he, a goat? No! His hooves weren't meant for walking on stone, he had already learned that, and even though it looked like maybe there were pathways and maybe he could make it up a little bit further and maybe there was definitely something probably amazing up there-

But he was tired, and it was almost sunset, and after all, hadn't he already explored enough?

Can you ever explore enough, little lightning?

Well, no, but it's not like he could fly.

Even if you flew around the entire world, you would not be able to see it all.

That was his Ma's voice, of course, because even if she had never said those words exactly he still knew they would be her response. His single wing unfurled impatiently, stretching out to full length before flopping dramatically (almost to the ground, now!). But what if I'm tired? he silently whined, frowning, lower lip jutting out into the evening air. And hot? The mental argument was growing intense. Flies buzzed around Zèklè's legs, biting greedily at the succulent thighs, laughing because his stubby tail was still utterly useless against their onslaught.

In his mind, Ampere scowled. His Ma was unimpressed. If I let exhaustion and heat defeat me, there would be no Throat today!

Zèklè glared at the ground, obstinate, his sunbeam eyes unsure.

And you'll have a story to tell at the end,Ma adds. Damn, but she knows just how to get him!

He shuffled his feet excitedly, peering back up at the mountain paths with renewed determination, tail feathers wiggling with reinforced anticipation. The sun was hanging low in the sky by then- not low enough to be getting dark, but low enough that it was finally cool(-ish), and a stiff breeze had begun to ruffle his scruffy mane and feathers. He inhaled, slim lungs filling with stagnant air and vigorous purpose, entire body lighting up with a sudden burst of energy, enthusiasm. HELL YEAH, he could do this, and come home with an awesome story to tell Ma! They didn't call him Zèklè the Amazing for nuthin'!

(Truth be told, they didn't call him that at all, but he figured he'd better start working on his inevitable Legend Title. He'd get one sooner or later, with a Ma like his.)

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OOC;; open! He's standing at the bottom of the path.
TAG;; [Adelric]