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01-23-2016, 02:39 AM
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miykael
As a new orangemoon day dawns, the stallion awakens and slips quietly from his chosen location nearest December. He didn't want to pressure her or push her away with his occasionally clingy and overly affection antics but she'd just returned after almost a year and he felt it rather difficult to stay away. So he'd slept nearby, only moving closer when she requested he do so (and how he loved that she found it so easy to ask anything of him). Regardless of his desire to keep the grey mare in his sights at all times, to make certain she wasn't going to disappear once more, he knew he had other duties to attend to - especially now that he was supposed to be one of the Earth Medics. It is an honorable position, the highest he could possibly achieve as a healer in the Hidden Falls - except, following the events of the Rift lands, he'd grown quiet and, to be frank, quite lazy. The morning is rather brisk, each week seemingly a bit cooler than the last as the orangemoon days bleed over into frostfall. Of course, frostfall has yet to set in but, with as far north as the Falls tends to be, the temperatures seem to drop a bit more quickly than further south. Regardless, the stallion seems to be drawn to colder temperatures - especially since December almost literally stumbled into his life. With a soft smile upon his dark lips, the dunskin tobiano exits the safety and shelter of the trees then, once he finds one of the larger clearings, he unfurls his wings and takes off. It usually took more effort to fly up and out of the Falls than it did to take off from the Edge (part of him missed jumping from the cliff and feeling the rush as he gracefully fell towards the ocean current before gaining altitude again) but the Edge wasn't his home. It never really was. Yet, as loyal as he is to his herd, the Falls didn't really feel like home either. It was simply a place - a place that has December and that is enough for him so he stays. Once high enough in the air, the stallion adjusts his flight path to head north to the Frostbreath Steppe. Though Resplendence had assigned the icy north to him for herb gathering, it felt rather strange to venture there now that the grey mare was back and safely nestled within the Falls. On great white wings, angelic and large in their own right, the stallion soars - he utilizes the travel time to dig through his significantly smaller mental box of herbs to form a plan before his hooves ever make contact with the snowy terrain of the north. Miykael flies in to stick a rather graceful landing, transitioning almost effortlessly from flying to a gentle, easy lope. Without bothering to check his surroundings for any signs of a threat, he slows his pace to a fairly slow walk and lowers his head to allow a closer examination of the ground below his hooves. With a bit of snowfall already covering much of the surface, his search would be a long and hard one. Fortunately, Miykael doesn't give up easily and he certainly wasn't about to return home empty handed. everything you touch surely dies |
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