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08-20-2015, 10:25 PM
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The Sunspear was on fire. Metaphorically speaking, of course, but Birdsong had been so desperately awaited by the Sultana that its coming had set a blaze in her heart that could not be quenched. Even if the nights still clung to chill, life had returned to Dragon’s Throat and its headstrong queen felt untouchable; the doubts or Frostfall melted by a Birdsong sun. Everything was perfect, so wondrously goddamned perfect. Meg went through her daily routine in the highest of spirits, marveling at every aspect of her life.
Morning mommy-time with Mordecai — her daughter was strong and happy and safe.
Sweep of the oasis — the herd was the largest she’d ever seen it and going stronger all the time, even Tandavi had returned from her solo sojourn.
Patrol the borders — their island remained totally unthreatened, untouched by the squabbles of the north.
God. Damn. Perfect.
Megaera flew high over the northern coastline at a breakneck speed, at her side, Gwaihir matched her pace. The two raced through the air, swirling and darting around each other in their daredevil dance as the drew closer to the end. They had set the bridge as their finish line and to the winner the bragging rights.
It was Gwaihir that took the title this time, his pricing cry rang in triumph as he crossed over the open straight where the bridge would appear when called. Meg hurtled over the next second and only laughed in exhilaration. Ever sharp-eyed the eagle directed his bonded’s attention to the ground with a quick tug of their mental link and from the sky, Meg looked to see two figures perched on the Heart side, and, aiming her body to the ground to join them.
She lands some ways away, kicking up a spray of dust in her wake before approaching the pair. One familiar, one not, both taller than Megaera but that fact did nothing to discourage her, and she moves forward with a confident stride, wings still somewhat raised like streaming banners behind her. “Sun’s greetings to you both!” Her voice is somewhat breathless from the race but still strong, as she comes to a stop, forming a little triangle of bodies. She nods at the darker mare mare first with a grin, “It’s Ranjiri, isn’t it?” and then turns her dark eyes on the stallion. “You I’ve seen but I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Megaera, Sultana of the Throat.”
Morning mommy-time with Mordecai — her daughter was strong and happy and safe.
Sweep of the oasis — the herd was the largest she’d ever seen it and going stronger all the time, even Tandavi had returned from her solo sojourn.
Patrol the borders — their island remained totally unthreatened, untouched by the squabbles of the north.
God. Damn. Perfect.
Megaera flew high over the northern coastline at a breakneck speed, at her side, Gwaihir matched her pace. The two raced through the air, swirling and darting around each other in their daredevil dance as the drew closer to the end. They had set the bridge as their finish line and to the winner the bragging rights.
It was Gwaihir that took the title this time, his pricing cry rang in triumph as he crossed over the open straight where the bridge would appear when called. Meg hurtled over the next second and only laughed in exhilaration. Ever sharp-eyed the eagle directed his bonded’s attention to the ground with a quick tug of their mental link and from the sky, Meg looked to see two figures perched on the Heart side, and, aiming her body to the ground to join them.
She lands some ways away, kicking up a spray of dust in her wake before approaching the pair. One familiar, one not, both taller than Megaera but that fact did nothing to discourage her, and she moves forward with a confident stride, wings still somewhat raised like streaming banners behind her. “Sun’s greetings to you both!” Her voice is somewhat breathless from the race but still strong, as she comes to a stop, forming a little triangle of bodies. She nods at the darker mare mare first with a grin, “It’s Ranjiri, isn’t it?” and then turns her dark eyes on the stallion. “You I’ve seen but I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Megaera, Sultana of the Throat.”
Image Credits
@Reginald @Ranjiri
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