01-26-2018, 11:06 AM
The air is clear and warm with the presence of spring. It lifts his spirits as high as his body, his great wings beating to the steady rhythm of his heart as he climbs altitude until nearly level with Solace. The joy that brightly paints across her face stirs something in him, but he doesn’t feed into it – not this time. He does, however, reciprocate the smile that she flashes in his direction as she shouts above the wind that he hasn’t yet seen her home. A twist in his gut reminds him of the memories of Hyaline, of the landscape that he was memorizing years ago. He has seen most of it, admittedly, but not since the fire that consumed much of the hills and the death that plagued the pond below. It has since healed; life has returned in abundance in the shape of emerald grass and crystalline water and meadows studded with vibrant flowers.
In his scrutiny, Castile did take note of the absence of Amet’s scent. It piqued his interest, albeit briefly, before Solace captured his focus again, as she so easily does.
Their bodies are synchronous as they upturn and climb toward the clouds almost as though nothing could ever stop them. Below, Hyaline recedes farther and farther away with a soft wink of the lake. A glance flicks back to see the rocks and hills dotting the landscape before looking at Solace and admiring the cerulean wings that carry her effortlessly through the sky. How and when, he wonders but never asks. How much did he miss when he was gone?
A sighing grin quirks his mouth when she reflects on a conversation they had back in the river, when their lives initially twisted together. He doesn’t admit his intentions, that this is only a visit and not a permanent fix. Instead, he simply jerks his head to the south. ”We could both be winners since Loess is just beyond that river.” They are so close to it, but there are no borders, no rules, or restrictions up here. They could almost fly forever, lose themselves in each other’s company and leave behind the responsibilities below.
Castile gracefully levels himself as a cloud engulfs him, kissing him with dew droplets. A twist and a turn and he is looking at a great expanse of Beqanna, then to Solace and back. ”Breathtaking,” he says, never specifying the subject of his marvel.
In his scrutiny, Castile did take note of the absence of Amet’s scent. It piqued his interest, albeit briefly, before Solace captured his focus again, as she so easily does.
Their bodies are synchronous as they upturn and climb toward the clouds almost as though nothing could ever stop them. Below, Hyaline recedes farther and farther away with a soft wink of the lake. A glance flicks back to see the rocks and hills dotting the landscape before looking at Solace and admiring the cerulean wings that carry her effortlessly through the sky. How and when, he wonders but never asks. How much did he miss when he was gone?
A sighing grin quirks his mouth when she reflects on a conversation they had back in the river, when their lives initially twisted together. He doesn’t admit his intentions, that this is only a visit and not a permanent fix. Instead, he simply jerks his head to the south. ”We could both be winners since Loess is just beyond that river.” They are so close to it, but there are no borders, no rules, or restrictions up here. They could almost fly forever, lose themselves in each other’s company and leave behind the responsibilities below.
Castile gracefully levels himself as a cloud engulfs him, kissing him with dew droplets. A twist and a turn and he is looking at a great expanse of Beqanna, then to Solace and back. ”Breathtaking,” he says, never specifying the subject of his marvel.