Tallsun is far from subtle this year - the very year of her second birthday. Yet the scorching, dense heat is hardly a bother to the Petyr leaps from the branch and soars in the direction of the call. From overhead he spies the gathering rather easily - although it is difficult to miss a large, lavender toned fabric thing. He moved in to circle above the gathering, his pale eyes watching carefully as they all flocked to the elephant man; he calls out, his own voice a pretty whistling tune. A sound far gentler on the ears than the king's commanding call. A few more circles and the bright green bird darts down into the trees surrounding the awning. Once there, his pale gaze darts over the crowd, seeking out one in particular. Alysanne. It didn't take long to find her, despite her being relatively surrounded by several other bodies. Without hesitation, he leaps from his perch and into the air. Gracefully, he flutters down to the head moon doctor with the intent to land gently upon her withers. Naerys takes her time, slowly rising and stretching before making her way to back down the tree. She jumps from the trunk of the tree a few feet from the ground, twisting in mid-air to land gracefully on her paws on the forest floor. Like a shadow she moves, flitting quickly and quietly through the trees, trailing passionflowers in her wake. It takes longer for her to arrive in the clearing with the small lake than she would have as a pegasus but the two year old was having fun exploring in her newly found form - figuring out what it can and can't do. So as she came to the edge of the clearing, she paused within the shadows. From her location, her keen turquoise eyes scan the crowd - easily finding her mother and aunt - together with Petyr and fairly surrounded. Mauja, it seems, is also fairly surrounded but it isn't until she spies Caenan with that flirtatious look upon his face that she feels a pang of jealousy. Her feline ears flatten and a soft growl reverberates in her chest, though the reaction is fleeting. A few moments pass before she is able to pull her gaze from the pirate but once she does, she is on the move once again. The fluffy black cat slinks toward Mauja, slipping beneath him in an attempt to rub affectionately against his front legs as she passes. The mare finds herself a spot all her own, with enough space around her, and pulls on the magic to transform back into the form she was born with - the brown and white pegsus with vivid, open eyes that are so easily read. She resists the urge to glance over her shoulder to where she knew Caenan to be and instead quietly places her full attention on the king and queen. |
IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
permission for all except death and dismemberment.
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