He'd been out romping through the wilderness in search of good grazing grounds when the summons came. It split across his awareness like a bolt of lightning, and instantly his head jerked up in reaction. The weed plunged in the corner of his maw swayed with the motion, and there it lingered, dimly surviving as the boy purveyed the scene before he hastily chewed and swallowed the last bit of green roughage down.
Bounding like a deer through the brush he hastened towards the sound, though his fervor wasn't born of anything other than boyish delight at something
interesting. Half a year old now he had shed as much of his childish doubt as he had his downy fluff and baby fuzz, No longer did he frantically cling to his mother's side, needing her as much for food as comfort - now he was emboldened and traversed the world freely, his stilt-like legs carrying him tireless into reckless adventures. Even his wings had grown large, and as his winter coat gave way to the spring sleekness, so too did his flight feathers finally grow in. Soon he'd be
soaring!
He arrived to an already assembled crowd, much to his disappointment. He preferred to be first, or at least,
early. Still, he made it, and as he looked around he spied a radiant patch of sunlight that he knew meant
@Mathèo. Squirming through the gathering he made his way towards his friend with a breathless greeting.
Eagerly he listened to Kisamoa, and without much thought set off to do as was bidden, picking up on Theo's lead.
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