09-05-2018, 01:22 PM
It was dull, having to lurk all the time. Hiding in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Blah. So on a frigid winter's morning, when the trees stared skeletal and watching, his wings stretched, tendons popping, and beat the air into submission. Butter and lavender plumage was on full display, not that anyone was around to see it. Word on the wind was that change was rolling through Tephra. It had been a long while since he had tred those pumice beaches. With decisive strokes his face turned into the wind, flying east into the face of the sun.
The earth below flowed in panes of grey, white and brown, a far very from the verdant tapestry he saw in the warmer months. As if he were projecting his thoughts on nature itself, patches of green and yellow began to break up the setting. A few leagues further and the view became obscured by thick cloud cover. The cool air streams were combining with warm volcanic humidity. He was getting close.
The tall pegasus drifted to earth cautiously, dodging scrubby trees as they loomed out of the murk. There was that sulphur scent hanging thick in the air. He knew it would linger in his own coat long past however brief his time here really was. A sneeze worked its way from his blazed nose. Blasted ash in the air... whisps of fog clung to the broad sails of his wings, not yet burned away by the weak winter sun. Well then. Better let them know he was here. His lungs filled with fumes and expelled a bellowing introductory announcement.
The earth below flowed in panes of grey, white and brown, a far very from the verdant tapestry he saw in the warmer months. As if he were projecting his thoughts on nature itself, patches of green and yellow began to break up the setting. A few leagues further and the view became obscured by thick cloud cover. The cool air streams were combining with warm volcanic humidity. He was getting close.
The tall pegasus drifted to earth cautiously, dodging scrubby trees as they loomed out of the murk. There was that sulphur scent hanging thick in the air. He knew it would linger in his own coat long past however brief his time here really was. A sneeze worked its way from his blazed nose. Blasted ash in the air... whisps of fog clung to the broad sails of his wings, not yet burned away by the weak winter sun. Well then. Better let them know he was here. His lungs filled with fumes and expelled a bellowing introductory announcement.