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07-15-2012, 06:25 PM
Tears had fallen, thought unheard, yet it was not so. A pale figure rested on the slick ice, fur and feathers dampened by the snow that had partially melted in the unseasonal heat. Moisture that had refrozen within her circle of cold, save where her own body heat kept those feathers and bits of fur wet. Golden osprey eyes had witnessed the dark mare wander below, within the arch of ice, and ears had heard emotion escape. She'd thought to retreat, but knew her wings were not quiet enough to allow a private venting to remain undisturbed. So she'd waited instead, listening quietly, until another appeared, darker than the last, who also ventured within the arch during the lull after the tears.
There was some silence then, in which she stirred and rose. Gave thought toward retreating again, then decided she was more interested in investigating these horses. Seeing for herself what had disturbed the mare. So instead of flight, she paced forward and leapt down. A soft thump betrayed her presence as her lean frame touched down on cold ground. A long tail, thick and fluffy, swayed in the air as her head turned to gaze within the icey cave. The mares were dark shadows against the blue-tinted ice, larger than she but not by too much.
Careful footsteps carried her closer, wary of defensive behavior in either. Wings were tightly folded, feathers slicked down and tail low while ear tufts twitched forward, adding emphasis to the curious expression in her surprisingly expressive eyes. Strides away she stopped, sat, and curved that long tail around paws and talons. Then she waited, for another to break the wordless silence.
There was some silence then, in which she stirred and rose. Gave thought toward retreating again, then decided she was more interested in investigating these horses. Seeing for herself what had disturbed the mare. So instead of flight, she paced forward and leapt down. A soft thump betrayed her presence as her lean frame touched down on cold ground. A long tail, thick and fluffy, swayed in the air as her head turned to gaze within the icey cave. The mares were dark shadows against the blue-tinted ice, larger than she but not by too much.
Careful footsteps carried her closer, wary of defensive behavior in either. Wings were tightly folded, feathers slicked down and tail low while ear tufts twitched forward, adding emphasis to the curious expression in her surprisingly expressive eyes. Strides away she stopped, sat, and curved that long tail around paws and talons. Then she waited, for another to break the wordless silence.
