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03-27-2017, 06:18 PM
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Iona still wasn’t so sure how she felt about this whole companion business, but it was evident that there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it at this point. The fuzzy little bird had already managed to weasel his way completely and unequivocally into the deepest recesses of her mind, much to her displeasure. She also wasn’t particularly enjoying being earthbound, though that was more a selective decision on her part since she was unwilling to leave Iver to his own devices...or risking him falling from altitude.
So for the time being, they walked. For the mare that found herself in the skies more so than on the ground, it was a strange sensation - traveling a distance over ground. Underused muscle groups burned, letting Iona know just how long it had been since she had taken a journey on foot. She fround at the ache. Clearly she’d done a poor job of keeping herself in prime condition. For flying, sure. Everything about the mare’s physique screamed at flight. Thin, light, sleek. But she knew she had traded a good deal of her strength since coming to Helovia, for that’s when she’d abandoned her fighting career. She still wore the scars - the most obvious on her wing joints and her neck - of battles long past but the will to fight had left her. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t. And she had a new way of fighting her battles now - and that’s what drove her from home today.
The whole companion thing wasn’t all bad. Iona didn’t understand much about companions and bonding but she was beginning to. So there were flickers when she found herself enjoying the helpless little bird’s companionship, though they were fleeting as she still adjusted to the idea that her mind wasn’t just her own anymore. She let out a sigh as the marshes became visible on the horizon. “Okay kid. If this goes to shit, you better hang on tight,” she murmured to the bird, who chirped his agreement. The little osprey didn’t know what had transpired here, but based on his bonded’s mood, it was nothing good. The painted spy drew to a halt at the border of the marsh, studying the horizon carefully. In the distance, Kaos’ obelisk glinted in the afternoon sun.
"The question isn't who's going to let me;
it's who's going to stop me."
it's who's going to stop me."
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