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12-14-2015, 09:19 AM
Pale wings caught the light and almost seemed to glow as they cut through the air in a wide arc. Wind rushed over silken feathers with a whistling sound as she fell towards the crowded playground, legs tucked in tightly against the barrel. At the last moment Erthë spun around, dancing in a pirouette over the waves and darted off towards the otters, the horses and the bonded companions - she laughed as she tried to kick at the golden ball and send it higher into the air, up up so that everyone would have to scramble to catch it again.
It felt like it had been ages since she had properly played. Time had not yet aged her to the point where games and sports seemed silly or awkward, though in some ways it had altered her choice of amusements. Rather than to just romp around and make a mess the girl had learned to appreciate good stories and lessons, had come to love the more dangerous pastime of aerial acrobatics and were more often seen playing tag with eagles than rabbits these days.
This particular game, in her opinion, was brilliant. Fit for creatures in water, air and land alike, everyone could participate or stand on the sidelines to comment, each to their own. Grinning widely the crowned seraph straightened out in the air and beat her wings to maintain some momentum, weaving back and forth to avoid horses both known and unfamiliar. Upon seeing a familiar, brooding figure on the beach she winged her way over to Volterra and reached down an icy nose to tug at his bristly hair, trying her best to tease him into joining the game. What was the fun in standing there, looking like the world was about to end? Even his dragons were playing - oh, but not both of them, it seemed - and if the newborn gold could enjoy herself, why not him?
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Erthë comes flying and tries to kick the ball up into the air. She then continues off to the beach and try to tug at Volterra's mane to make him join the game.
Erthë
the night is calling my name
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