| Dragon's Throat Soldier |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4 |
| FennecFyre |
Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.
Between the red alert in the Throat because of that damn Tio, the spars that had left her hurting in places she didn't know could hurt, the (somewhat self-imposed) pressure of living up to her new rank, and the constant threat that their northern Basin neighbors would finally attempt to strike back at the herds that had outcasted them, Aryel's life in Helovia was anything but boring. But now that Tallsun had finally begun, maybe it was time for a brief rest. Where better to go than the beach?
The blue roan flared her wings and dropped onto the sand with a thud. For some reason, Aryel loved the ocean. The way the sea breezes whipped up her mane, the cool, sparkling blue water, and the soft sand that was heaven on her hooves all worked wonders for relieving stress. She walked down the beach, the water covering the bottom few inches of her hooves, scanning the sand for any interesting flotsam that had washed up. You never knew what you could find here. Bits and pieces of seaweed and driftwood, along with shells both intact and shattered, made up the brunt of the washup, but sometimes she would see a shark's tooth, or a stone worn smooth as silk from the waves. Once she had even found an Earth amulet here, the edge of a green gem the only sign something was there.
Crabs skittered out of the way as she walked by, and minnows darted out from under her hooves. A few seagulls wheeled overhead, navigating the ocean winds effortlessly. She would have to try and mimic them someday. She gazed out over the water, flickers of sunlight dancing on the waves. Aryel wondered briefly if the Pirates, that band of bachelors led by Cormac, were still here. Had Cormac finished his quest yet, or was he still down in the deep? Her attention was drawn by a cluster of seagulls in the distance, fighting over a mound of seaweed. She could hear the squawking from several yards away as they picked though the bundle to expose any tidbits that might be hiding in it. Hm... Aryel lowered her head and approached slowly, trying to keep the mischievous grin off her face. The birds paid no attention to her, allowing the mare to get closer and closer. When she was only a matter of feet away, she broke into a charge and galloped straight into their midst, sending a cloud of birds scattering into the air, screeching indignantly. Aryel laughed, looking up at the gulls as they impatiently waited for her to leave. Well, she had her fun, now she would let them have their seaweed back. She stepped away from the pile, which was immediately re-swarmed by the seabirds, then continued ambling down the beach.
"Speaking her mind." Rare moments of thought. Taking action.
Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.
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Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
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