The season's change was obviously, felt and seen clearly. A hum vibrated in her blood, urging her to move, act, and explode from the sleepy hibernation of thick fur coats and bitter cold. Her short, shed coat held a virgin purity quite unfitting for her sinful soul, but she took pride in the tone, believing it brought her closer to her father. Every shimmering, golden hue of her hair and wings were her crowns, symbols of her superiority and purpose.
Though ironically, she was not arrogant in such a staunch definition of the term. Aithniel did not believe herself inherently better than others - just more divine. And was she wrong? Not necessarily.
Storm clouds swiftly blotted out the sun, yielding spring rains that pelted along her back in elegant spray. The rivulets snaked down her sides, and she perched her wings, protecting the little Zerachiel from the storm. Head held high, not the least bit perturbed by the weather, she moved north, aiming to explore. The last few battles she engaged in had not gone in her favor, though she had no one else to blame but herself. Dedication and time were required when she found simply moving from one place to another far more peaceful and serene.
Here, beneath the cleansing showers, she felt calm - her soul peaceful and heart open. Silver eyes peered from beneath dark lashes, blinking away the spring rains as she moved toward one of Helovia's most beautiful landscapes. Willow trees rustled, rain pattering on the surface of the water, and the serenity was only tarnished by the occasional splash. As she wound her way around a tree, she saw the source of the noise - two dragons playing and at the helm of their hunt stood a stall, dark stallion.
Aithniel blinked, molten gaze settling on his muscular form appreciatively. He was of plain coloring, though that did not make him any less striking. His white face was in stark contrast to his black coat, and two white socks brought her attention to his strong hooves. He was intriguing, and she was curious. Dare she even say she wanted him? She urged Zera off of her back, helping the fluffy pup onto a branch before boldly approaching, drinking from the lake without word or notice.
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