Ivezho

Feathers cupped the wind, shivering and shuddering as the turrets and streams of breeze and zephyr combed through them, though ultimately each pennon was part of a larger structure - but should one twitch or bend the wrong way, others would adjust. It was mechanical, evolutionary engineering at its finest, a natural system of compensation, thrust, and flight. Ivezho flew now, thgouh he didn't know why. He flew fast and hard, though he didn’t know where. Ivezho had lived in Helovia his whole life, and he had barely seen the half of it. Maybe that was why he flew today.

But it felt more like he was running.

Running away. From where he grew up. From family. From anything that might resemble responsibility, or commitment. He didn't want that - no, he wanted it, but he didn't know how to put that want into action. He didn't know how to swallow his foolish, misplaced pride and humbly seek forgiveness for his wrongdoings, he didn't know how to do any of that…

So he flew.

And from his height upon the winds and breezes and zephyrs, he saw. The world of Helovia stretched out before and below him, magnificent as it was varied, ever changing as the season of Orangemoon swallowed the land in colours that reminded him of the colours that a certain honey-hued mare had upon her pelt. He couldn't help it; he had enjoyed her company, even if he felt as if he still knew nothing about her, aside from a name, a snippet of her past, and the herd she had chosen to belong to. The Basin, he wondered, I could visit there..

Ivezho had never seen snow before.

The isles that scattered below him gave him something to twist and turn through, his wings angled and dipped as his lithe and athletic body was held with limbs tucked up and posture exuding strength and power. The stallion saw life stirring below - the fading sun painted everything brilliant golds and pinks, he wasn't sure who was below. And he wasn't against meeting someone new if it meant prolonging his absence from his other thoughts and concerns.

Smoothly, easily, the stallion landed in the shallows of the beach, sending his own waves spraying outwards from his strong limbs and masculine form. Wings shuffled at his sides, as the steed trotted with lanky limbs to the damp, packed sand, shaking his crown as he did so to rid himself of any wayward droplets.

When he recognised who was on the sandy stretch of beach ahead, he smiled with happiness, and called a warm, throaty bellow ahead. He approached with his nape arched and his strides springy and floaty, embracing the heritage that gave him limber legs and extended movement, even when traversing across the earth. As he neared the pair, he allowed his vision to drink in both of them, a polite smile and nod given to the strikingly striped magenta belle, a warm grin of recognition given to the honey-dipped belle whose curves he had explored a bit more intimately beneath the also beautiful curves and arches of the Rotunda.

"'Dala," he greeted warmly, using the moniker that he had given her when they first met. He proffered his velvet maw to her, almost aching with his desire to feel her silken pelt beneath his whiskers once more. He didn't offer the same contact to the mare he did not know - but instead moved easily to Eldala's side, towering over her - his wing easily brushed the length of her spine as he stood alongside her, seeking a closeness as near as she would allow him to stand. "Hi," he added, tearing his emerald eyes away from Eldala's honey-and-crème hide to take in this magenta mystery once more. "I'm Ivezho."

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@Eldala
@Zailah
Couldn't resist ^^