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03-05-2013, 10:48 AM
It had been a long day of training with earth, sparing with greenhorns and physical athletics to keep this body in tip top shape. No wonder I was tired. My wings pushed air and kept this body adrift without bothering on speed; I flew lazily. My intent in this moment wasn’t for battle training, but comfort. Even the sternest warriors had to rest eventually, though I often had doubts when watching Gaucho test his strength. That boy seemed to never find room for relaxation, but even he partook in flying without thought of enemy’s or care for worry every so often. Company flew beside me tonight. Her colors put heaven at odds; indeed, I thought the lass was very lovely. My bonded child was nearly two seasons old, all of her primary feathers were starting to come in. Smallish baby plume was losing its gentle luster and turning fiercer with each new day. Fina wouldn’t know how proud I was of her; despite her rude, brash way of handling life. She could be very caring and loving when it came to me or Cera, and over the past month guarding the little colt had done something for her. It taught discipline and compassion, a lesson best learned firsthand by the innocent. Even with all her previous grumblings, Fina had come to enjoy taking care of him. She was his ever watchful Angel. The sea approached, its salty air tickled my nose and soothed soul. This place no longer haunted me with memories of Norse. Instead, it felt nourishing, a place that I could find solitude and heal body for the next day. Others it would seem, shared these feelings. A crimson lad and a little grey female took to the water below. Both were recognized as soldiers, one I knew by name. Hector. We had competed against each other in the grand race a few seasons back. It was right after the race that magic began to grow within me, sand magic. Still soaring I hesitate, wondering if they would rather be left alone. Adding myself into the mix might create a third wheel. However, I wasn't the type to pass up an opportunity to visit with my brothers and sisters, I decide to make an appearance; however brief it might be. If they wanted me to leave then I would do so. Face widens into a bright and welcoming beam as I come near and move to land. Sand scatters in my wake, flying up with each hoof fall and sinking my steps to buffer impact. After a moment, my sun tipped wings shut and without rush I close the distance between us, “Good evening friends.” |
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