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It was a grand place to be born, the desert. It's sand cushioned the constant falls the little prince would make, the air was sharp and clean unless sand was stirred up in a wild bout of play. The prince laid upon the sand now after one such activity, his small wings splayed out on the sand beside him, the owlet nestled between his shoulder blades. Hawke waited for Aelin to join him before he scooted over, pressing his side to hers. A womb they shared and a life as well, and the boy was as tied to his twin as he was to the owlet, though there were differences in that he would and could walk away from his twin and be on his own for a time. It was while scratching at his sister's neck that the youth spotted another walk past in the distance, and to his surprise, vanish into the earth. It jerks Hawke to his feet in a flurry of gangly limbs and flailing wings, and he whinnies at Aelin to follow before he takes off at a stumbling trot to where he saw the stranger vanish into the ground, the chick clinging vigorously to his bonded's shoulders as each bouncing jolt threatened to dislodge the poor child. Hawke did his best to avoid that, slowing down even as curiosity threatened to swallow him alive. He wanted to know how someone just disappeared into the ground, a very solid thing that Hawke was, by this point, incredibly, utterly, painfully familiar with. His answer lies within a deep crevice, and ever fearless the little prince dove into the cave, tail raised and fluffy wings flared. The dark held no danger to the boy's mind, he spent his first hours of life in the dark, and it was his friend as much as the day. However the heat of this place, the dank warmth... it was uncomfortable. As he walks, more sure-footed upon this surface of stone, he peers through the deep darkness for the stranger that had slipped almost unnoticed into this place. He cannot see him, the blackness too deep for his young eyes, so instead the boy-prince halts and turns his head towards the opening, waiting for Aelin, and in the meantime began grooming the owlet's downy coat of sand and debris. "Hawke speaks" @[Aelin] |
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