The Spirits Sing Softly

For the first few days, she's forced to stay by her mother's side. Nephele is adamant on keeping both eyes on her daughters, as though letting them slip away would bring about something terrible. She's not wrong, Verro is a mischevious and fierce filly, and so is her sister, the pair of them would get into all kinds of trouble if she so much as gave them an inch. Unfortunately for Nephele, and fortunately for the dun fae, her mother has to rest sometime and so she takes that chance, as she's focused on other things to slip away as fast as her gangly but dainty limbs can take her.

Won't go far, she thinks to herself, as she disappears over the dune and away from the Oasis. Excitement thrums through her and the spirit flames on her body burn brighter for it, flaring with her small wings as they give an excited beat. Where should she go first? Which way? Was there anything fun near? She'd have to find something interesting to tell Tasokh when she finally reappeared, an apology for leaving her to deal with their over protective mother. Best case scenario, Tasokh would catch up to her, having found her own way to give their mother the slip. Lilac eyes scan over everything as she goes, wings outstretched as though they'll make her go faster with each beat they take, that the spirits and the wind will lift her flaming wings and carry her higher and higher until the other members of the throat are tiny specks in the sand. Wishful thinking, and she gave a short huff, her long lashes batted with her irritated glance, she's not yet old enough to fly like that.

Still, the dune Princess pressed on, until the rim of the oasis vanished over a particularly high wall of sand until her delicate hooves touched the rolling waters of the beach. The brightly coloured shells which littered the glossy white beach captured her attention for a few moments, the soft velvet of her muzzle nosed against a particularly pretty one that she took care to hide between the nooks of her feathers, it spiraled elegantly, like the horns on some of the none winged members of the herd she'd spied from the safety of their nest. but unlike them, it danced between shimmering colours of pink, ivory and pale lilac. Once she was sure it wouldn't slip from it's hidey hole, she turned her attention back to the Ocean. Her eyes flickered to the horizon as she watched unfamiliar creatures surface and disappear, head tilted a fraction to the side whenever their fins seemed to wave her way and she nickered back to them, as though somehow over the winds they hear her silky voice.