08-04-2019, 08:22 PM
The day had stretched on for long enough, he thinks as he nears the border to Loess once more. The sun burns orange in the west as the day begins to die and make room for the violets and blues of night back in the east. The first stars peek through between the orange and blue clouds whole Malone’s seem to shine brighter at the sight of their brethren. His muscles are sore from flying too much and pushing himself too hard, and so each step drags a little while his wings droop a bit from their normal position across his back.
He blinks away the sleep from his eyes and presses forward sluggishly as he keeps an eye out for his brother or perhaps Morgayne. Ciara is already asleep in her normal little patch of thorn bushes that she retreats to when he is not home in time for her to snuggle against. The sight of her as he passes draws a relaxed sigh from his lips at a job well done. A tired smirk even manages to find room on his sweet face for the time being. Ophanim may not return tomorrow or even the day after, but at least he knows that his father can come home to all his children safe and sound.
The golden star boy pauses near the desert flowers and stretches his wings one last time as he prepares to settle in for the night. He prefers to sleep here because the first morning’s light wakes him up before anyone else has risen from their beds. Soaking up the morning while it is still quiet and empty is his favorite way to begin the day. Malone paws at the ground to test the softness of the dirt here when he hears the dry grasses rustling wildly somewhere behind him. Curious, he lifts his head and his ears – one ink black and the other fiery gold – turn forward to catch the sound.
The boy hesitates before turning and walking in the direction of the commotion. The noise is too small to be a horse and yet its panic is enough to cause him some degree of alarm that will not allow him to rest. His wings curl forward and part the grasses as he waits for the mysterious creature to come closer.
He blinks away the sleep from his eyes and presses forward sluggishly as he keeps an eye out for his brother or perhaps Morgayne. Ciara is already asleep in her normal little patch of thorn bushes that she retreats to when he is not home in time for her to snuggle against. The sight of her as he passes draws a relaxed sigh from his lips at a job well done. A tired smirk even manages to find room on his sweet face for the time being. Ophanim may not return tomorrow or even the day after, but at least he knows that his father can come home to all his children safe and sound.
The golden star boy pauses near the desert flowers and stretches his wings one last time as he prepares to settle in for the night. He prefers to sleep here because the first morning’s light wakes him up before anyone else has risen from their beds. Soaking up the morning while it is still quiet and empty is his favorite way to begin the day. Malone paws at the ground to test the softness of the dirt here when he hears the dry grasses rustling wildly somewhere behind him. Curious, he lifts his head and his ears – one ink black and the other fiery gold – turn forward to catch the sound.
The boy hesitates before turning and walking in the direction of the commotion. The noise is too small to be a horse and yet its panic is enough to cause him some degree of alarm that will not allow him to rest. His wings curl forward and part the grasses as he waits for the mysterious creature to come closer.
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