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on laugh-silvered wings - Alcinder - 02-16-2020 A L C I N D E R
i go to seek a great perhaps
The ice-coated stallion had pointed Alcinder in the direction of Loess and he hasn't stopped his gallop since; he had been lucky, too, that he has been running toward his home right from the start. Northwest he goes and finally the Forest breaks away to the familiar foothills and the young colt whinnies, shrill and loud, to announce his arrival as he runs. Coming over the crest of a smaller hill just passed the border, the blue-and-white boy spreads his feathered appendages wide and is suddenly skyborne ─ scarily, almost, as his fatigue adds to the weight of his wings. "Mom! Dad!" he continues further into the land, toward its center and, what will be his ultimate destination, the northern sandstone den his Mama had first brought him. Alcinder repeats the call to his parents every so often, but finally pauses to alight near a small spring about halfway across the territory. Folding his opaline wings to his narrow, jagged sides, he drinks from the spring for a moment before the sound of a bush rustling behind him causes the boy to start. His legs splay a bit wider than normal as he faces the noise head-on, ears pressed tight against the top of his small head. "Who's there?" "" neamrel RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Lepis - 02-18-2020
@[Alcinder] RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Oceane - 02-18-2020 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
The woman who pushes herself through Loess' shrubbery, dun and blue and winged and kind, instantly puts Alcinder at ease; he raises his small, pointed ears from their bed of wind-swept navy mane and offers her a breathy, excited smile as she mentions his parents. Alcinder pulls his lanky stilts beneath him (he has grown into them, but at only six months they are still nimbly, knobby things), settling into a more comfortable stance as his silvered eyes curiously analyze the woman before him. "Mama told me about you!" he blurts in excitement just as she finishes introducing herself, pleased that, despite his time in Pangea, he has now met all three of the women that his Mama had told him had impacted her most while he'd still been growing inside her: Aquaria, Ilma, Lepis. "She said you showed her the secret den with the prickly pears," he adds, proud to remember that it was Lepis who showed his Mama the place that they had explored thoroughly during his first few months of life. Oceane's loud whinny, emitted from above, interrupts their conversation. With folded wings, she plummets toward the sandstone ground and lands with a painful stumble; when she has risen from her front knees, the opalescent woman throws her wings wide and pulls Alcinder's tiny, winged frame to her chest. She curls her neck down and holds him tight with the underside of her chin, smiling and crying and laughing all at once. "You're home," she whispers, her throat tight, into the boy's ear. She continues to hold him, hesitant to break the contact, and rocks him gently to and fro. When finally she remembers they are not alone, the opaline woman turns her amber gaze gratefully to Lepis. "Did you find him?" she asks, "Where was he?" "I was in Pangea, Mama, and Cormorant was there, too," the young Alcinder responds before Miss Lepis is able to, "And I escaped from the claw-foot man and the angel-dragon lady! And then I found another one of your friends in the Forest, and he─" The blue-and-white colt peers around Oceane, both through the shrubbery and into the sky, for Leilan, "Well, I must have accidentally left him behind when I smelled home, but he said he is a dragon, too, like Dad!" Oceane listens intently, her blood running cold at the mention of Pangea and Cormorant's presence there, too. She will have to find Castile again, and Aquaria, to see if the young finned boy had returned to his mother, as well. But she peers behind herself at the mention of another friend, one her son had seen in the Forest, and her first thought is the nomad Soran, but then ─ a dragon, too? Her amber eyes flick back to Lepis, hoping that the Cleric would know which dragon he speaks of. "" neamrel / thedayofshadow RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Castile - 02-18-2020 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[Oceane] @[Lepis] RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Lepis - 02-18-2020
RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Leilan - 02-19-2020 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone Lost Boy Cinderella sure knows how to get lost. Gritting his teeth for a moment, the dragonesque stallion had accepted the boy’s need to see his mother after those months in captivity, and made sure they weren’t followed while the painted colt crossed the Loessian border. After all, a quick switch of vision allowed him to see perfectly well that he’d safely make it; not one other form bigger than a hare was near, and said hare made it’s exit quickly enough for Leilan not to be able to determine its gender. The frost-covered stallion then triple-checked their surroundings before nearing the hill kingdom’s border. Would he be allowed in in a time where stealing children was apparently the order of day; then he shook away those hesitations. He came bringing back a child and seeing him home safely, so they’d have to deal with his apparent trespassing for now and suck it up. He finds the trail back quickly (too quickly - more Pangeans might still wander to Loess) but by the time he played catch-up, several others have already arrived. He spies Castile first; the large dragon-shape is hard to miss, and just as Lepis asks the question, Leilan takes his form in with similar puzzlement on his features. Is something off? There’s definitely something odd. His gaze meets Alcinder’s when the boy cranes his neck to look around, though from the distance he’s still at, perhaps only Cas would make out his shape as sharply as Leilan spies theirs. He closes the distance with a light trod, first addressing Oceane’s boy. ”Lost your glass shoe, Cinderella.” He shakes his crest as he nears the pair, looking from them to the lounging dragon. ”Hello Lepis, Cas. What’s up?” The corner of his mouth dragging into almost a smile as he addresses the huge figure of the dragon exactly while saying up; no-one is to say he doesn’t time the little reference well, but he is also quick to see he doesn’t really have much to add to the conversation. A boy delivered to his parents, a Lepis hanging around being probably just as relieved as Oceane. Well if that’s not a happy ending to Cinder’s little fairytale, he wouldn’t know. Still, it couldn’t hurt to just linger a tiny bit, just in case there were any questions. Or, whatever. It just seemed weird to say hi and leave as quickly as he came, he supposes, even if he isn’t exactly friends with Lepis, and unsure where he stands with the fire dragon in the moment. Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Alcinder] @[Castile] @[Lepis] RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Oceane - 02-23-2020 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
Alcinder grins up at the blue-and-dun woman. "I can't wait!" the lanky young boy can hardly contain ─ nor does he want to ─ his enthusiasm as he swiftly realizes he is surrounded by all things home. "Pangea didn't have any prickly pear. Not that I could find, anyway," he adds as a dejected afterthought. He'd taken the liberty of exploring the red and yellow sandstone caverns of Pangea while he had been held there: the acacia trees had made him even more homesick, and the way the wind howled through the rocky tunnels spooked him more often than not. He'd always expected the aliens and their clicking, morse-code tongues to follow in the wake of the canyon's howl, their long necks extending from around the nearest rocky bend. He runs through a continuum of emotions, from enthusiastic to a bit melancholy, and then he's suddenly pulled tight to his mother's familiar, warm bosom. He gasps at the comfort that washes over him and nestles quickly into her encircling embrace, listening intently to her rapid heartbeat with an ear pressed to her chest. Lepis, catching Oceane's inquiring gaze, deposits the sought-after information easily into the Lady's mind: Leilan. She twitches an ear as she gazes upon the Cleric, and then the corner of her lip follows suit into a short-lived smile, at this new ─ though not unwelcome ─ intrusion into her mind. She nods her thanks to the woman but refrains from commenting aloud out of respect for Lepis' discretion just as the trio is joined by another pair. Castile, first, arrives with the grace of a natural-born dragon. Alcinder's knobby legs protest the rumble of the earth at the wyvern's landing and he stumbles slightly away from his Mama, recovering splay-legged as he gazes upward at the ivory dragon donning an expansive smile. "I missed you too, Pops!" Oceane laughs under her breath at Lepis' comment toward the dragon, her own brow arching expectantly for his response; she had, after all, only seen him massive and scaled ever since she'd returned to Loess from the Forest with Alcinder, though she'd not thought much of it now that she was aware of his secret. Sochi's face, her hardened and uncaring eyes, flash in Oceane's mind. Her thoughts are interrupted by the second half of the pair speaking out just as he comes up near her side. Oceane throws her lavender head to the side, her amber eyes colliding with Leilan as she nickers for him. The sound, and her echoing expression, are full of warm appreciation. "Does that make you my glass shoe?" the boy asks. "Leilan," the Loessian woman says at the same time, "I am in your debt." Oceane keeps her amber gaze on the ice-encrusted stallion ─ a dragon, she now knows ─ in case he has come with information from the Forest or Pangea, but Alcinder has turned his attention back to his Dad just as the great beast lays his massive head against the Earth. The colt closes the distance between he and Castile and presses his blue-and-white face against the leathery, scaled space in front of the dragon's eye. "" neamrel / thedayofshadow RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Castile - 02-24-2020 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[Oceane] @[Lepis] @[Leilan] RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Lepis - 02-26-2020
RE: on laugh-silvered wings - Leilan - 02-26-2020 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone As always, the ice-scaled roan puts children first, and so when the boy and mother talk roughly at the same time, he first addresses the question. ”I already look the part, don’t you think?” he grins a bit, his brown eyes shining almost mischievously before addressing Oceane - with a quick shake of his head. He hadn’t really expected a thank-you from anyone else but Oceane herself - the boy too excited, Lepis and Castile too reserved. So when the dragon before them rumbles in recognition of the mare’s statement, he almost shows surprise - but he blinks only once more than he should, careful with the large predator as unseen tension slowly does creep up on him, making him finally realize that perhaps the old dragon does not see him as something similar (built for a different climate), but as a threat, like males of lesser-evolved species might. He tries to ignore the idea, focusing back on the purple mare. ”Don’t worry about it, Pond. He’s not too much trouble.” Heck, he’d been much worse as a child, and all he had ultimately done was point the way and make sure they weren’t being followed at the time. Still, what Castile says troubles him. ”That sucks, man. I’m sorry.” Leilan has had his fair share of fairy business in his life. Each time he swore this would be the last time, and something would then happen. Humility before the cosmos, where one life was just a speck of dust and hardly noticeable, was the only way to survive those fickle little magicians. Just like Lepis though, he doesn’t feel like staying. ”Take care, you guys.” he nods to them - then to Lepis, as well, as he takes his leave. Better not stick around for the political part of this steal and escape, he decides. Though he has an ominous feeling about the whole ordeal; this might be the least of the trouble, and he’s too close to them: dangerously close to being sucked back into the kingdom life of Beqanna. Then again, he’d already guessed that finalizing his decision about where to live might set a similar thing in motion. So why the heck not defend your friends anyway? Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Oceane] your turn, if you guys want to continue |