Since Heda had returned she had made it her mission to explore the changes within beqanna. Whether it be minute things, like the autumn toned fauna or the creatures within these lands she found herself reuniting with an old part of herself that had been hidden away for years. This was the self that once drew her to Loess. Although the meadow is very much a familiar place to the navy pointed damsel, there was much for her to explore.
As the wind carried her gold flecked wings, she allowed her gaze to study the terrain, she found that an aerial view often gave her a better perspective of what exactly had changed, and it wasn't much to note on. The meadow will forever be the meadow, it was untouched and just as she had remembered it. With average orange hued foliage dotting the land, signifying that autumn's lips had kissed every inch of the earth with the change of the seasons. Guiding her wings downwards she neared closer to the terrain, inspecting every inch with a sense of curiosity in hope of finding even the smallest change within this land but to no avail. That is until a glint of blue within a shallows of a creek catches her attention.
Her feathery limbs guide her as she gracefully glides towards the creek bed, as she draws closer by the second she realizes that this blue lump is a body, and a sense of urgency is ignited within her. Her mind swirling with worry as her glide turns into a dive down to the autumn hued earth, leaves crunching beneath her hooves as she lands hard and abrupt, navy legs staggering as she reaches the creek.
"Are you okay?" the words fall out her mouth laced with worry, as she peers down at the blue iridescent stag lying within the shallows. There is a familiarity within the hue of his coat, it reminded her strongly of her daughter's husband who was adorned with the same iridescent blue. Although worried about the state of this stranger, she couldn't help but think that perhaps this fellow could be one of her grandchildren, but first she must make sure this collapsed man is alright.
As the wind carried her gold flecked wings, she allowed her gaze to study the terrain, she found that an aerial view often gave her a better perspective of what exactly had changed, and it wasn't much to note on. The meadow will forever be the meadow, it was untouched and just as she had remembered it. With average orange hued foliage dotting the land, signifying that autumn's lips had kissed every inch of the earth with the change of the seasons. Guiding her wings downwards she neared closer to the terrain, inspecting every inch with a sense of curiosity in hope of finding even the smallest change within this land but to no avail. That is until a glint of blue within a shallows of a creek catches her attention.
Her feathery limbs guide her as she gracefully glides towards the creek bed, as she draws closer by the second she realizes that this blue lump is a body, and a sense of urgency is ignited within her. Her mind swirling with worry as her glide turns into a dive down to the autumn hued earth, leaves crunching beneath her hooves as she lands hard and abrupt, navy legs staggering as she reaches the creek.
"Are you okay?" the words fall out her mouth laced with worry, as she peers down at the blue iridescent stag lying within the shallows. There is a familiarity within the hue of his coat, it reminded her strongly of her daughter's husband who was adorned with the same iridescent blue. Although worried about the state of this stranger, she couldn't help but think that perhaps this fellow could be one of her grandchildren, but first she must make sure this collapsed man is alright.
HEDA
Love Is Weakness
@Gale
Couldn't help myself haha
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Ex-Queen of Loess