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slipped the surly bonds of earth - Alcinder - 03-31-2020 i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
on laugh-silvered wings "Pops?" Alcinder floats above the mountaintop on outstretched wings, calling for Castile with uncertainty. The yearling boy hadn't seen his father since the Dragon King since Aunt Lepis had called them all together at the heart of Loess, naming herself the new Queen. He, of course, had been jubilant for the blue-and-gold woman ─ he with no knowledge of his father's plans to present the throne to his dam, but things had seemed amiss since that day. Admittedly, the young boy had lapsed on his diplomatic studies with Lepis and had instead taken to exploring the foothills on his own. The perpetual ache in his chest, the space where Oceane should be ─ here, home ─ ebbs and flows like the tide. He has preferred to lick this wound in private, but today he finds that he needs comfort from someone close. Someone who is not Aunt Lepis. Failing to find the piebald dragon, Alcinder circles lower and lower until finally he lands (a bit haphazardly) upon a plateau on the mountainside. The winds are strong here, forcing his lithe body to sway each time it assaults him, but they are warmer than expected. And with the wind comes the scent of his father, prompting a small and sheepish smile from the young colt. "Pops?" he calls again, his silvered eyes sweeping the outskirts of the plateau for the familiar, and gigantic, dragon. ─ @[Castile]
RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Castile - 04-04-2020 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 @[Alcinder] RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Alcinder - 04-06-2020 i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings The sharp snap of giant leather wings unfurling drags Alcinder's attention upwards immediately. He knows that sound. He knows that familiar shadow, the one that can cover such expanses that one can only turn to the sky with a mouth fallen open in awe. It's true that the yearling has grown accustomed to the sight of his father, having only known him as this great and imposing dragon, so there is no fear as the reptile encroaches ─ there is only the pure excitement of a son seeing his father after too much time has slipped away. Alcinder opens his own wings against the wind of Castile's landing, using the feathered appendages to right his balance when the ground beneath his hooves threatens to crumble away. The painted colt waits until he is sure the earth has ceased its quaking before he pulls his wings back into his body and makes to approach his wyvern father like so many times before. But then he balks as dragon turns to equine, scales into fur. And for the first time, Alcinder's silver eyes gaze upon his father in his true form. "Dad," he whispers, his ears pressed forward and eyes wide, with a mouth still ajar despite the lack of words that fall from it. He had known that he carried his father's painted pattern, that his own silver eyes had come from Castile's mismatched ones, but to see him like this (so similar, so familiar, and yet... impossibly, a stranger in this form) draws a warmth through him that he had never experienced before. Alcinder enthusiastically submits to his father's embrace and presses his nose into the soft two-toned coat, breathing in deep. His throat tightens, having so sorely missed the embrace of a parent over these last few months, and when Castile finally pulls away, the young boy's silvered eyes betray him as tears threaten to fall. "I missed you, Dad, I─" he laughs, letting happiness overcome anything else he is feeling in this moment, "Can you... can you stay like this? For a while? Or─" he trails off again, half-expecting his father to say that the Fairies will ask him to return to his dragon form too soon. ─ @[Castile]
RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Castile - 04-11-2020 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 @[Alcinder] RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Alcinder - 04-15-2020 i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings The moments that pass between Alcinder's question and Castile's answer are slow and straining. They tick by palpably and Alcinder, with bated breath, watches his dad expectantly. When, finally, Castile answers him with a gruff and murmured yes, the young boy breaks into a wide smile. He had never felt any sort of emptiness over the fact that his dad was a dragon, had never felt that he was missing out ─ it had all felt natural. Normal, even. It is all the young boy had known. But this feels like an exciting change, nonetheless. He knows no concept of traditional relationships ─ instead, he has been graced with the caring, unconventional, and exciting. As Castile apologizes, Alcinder furrows his brow and tosses his two-toned head. "It's okay, Dad," he nudges the gold band at his dad's cheek as a sigh falls from the stallion's maw. There had been a point that the young boy had tried to feel anger over the situation, but there was only sadness that gripped him on the days he remembered how much he missed his mom. "It's not anyone's fault. And, besides, Aunt Lepis has been teaching me about politics and it... well, it sounds like these things can happen when you're related to a king." He smiles, gunmetal eyes bright in hopes that he can remove that sad glimmer from his dad's mismatched ones. Laughter falls from the boy's lips as Castile reaches forward to tousle his forelock. Snorting with faux agitation, the painted colt sidesteps and tosses his head once more. "How about we go on an adventure now? I've..." he pauses, grins mischievously, "Well, I've explored a little on my own, but I'm always worried that someone will notice I'm missing and then I'll get in trouble." His grin turns sheepish as he admits his escapades to his dad ─ and then hopes silently that he won't be in trouble now that he's revealed his secret. ─ @[Castile]
RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Castile - 04-21-2020 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 @[Alcinder] RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Alcinder - 04-24-2020 i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings "You're the coolest, dad." Alcinder laughs freely as they take to the skies. The sound echoes over the foothills as they ascend ─ higher and higher, the young boy spins and barrel-rolls playfully by his father's side. He is exuberant to spend this time with Castile, to adventure and explore without fear of being lost or harmed or reprimanded. His father's promise to keep his exploring secret from Oceane draws laughter from Alcinder's lips again. The yearling boy loves his mother dearly, and misses her with every ounce of him ─ but he already knows how protective she will be upon her return. He will tolerate it, of course, like a good son, but there will come a time that he needs more and more independence, and to know that he has his father on his side fills Alcinder with a new and thrilling sense of camaraderie. The young boy calls into the wide open sky with his zoolingualism and before long, the father and son pair are joined by a collection of Loessian birds ─ falcons with wide wingspans and small, fluttering larks and vibrantly colored orange-breasted buntings all join together, a massive flock of birds joining Alcinder and Castile in their airborne games. He dives and climbs with the birds, a wide grin on his face each time his silvered eyes seek out his father in the sky. "Can we go see the ocean?" he calls over the wind to his father, bolstered by the company ─ he had always wanted to fly over the sea, but had never worked up the courage to do it on his own. ─ @[Castile]
RE: slipped the surly bonds of earth - Castile - 04-30-2020 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 @[Alcinder] how are they so cute |