10-20-2018, 09:03 PM
It had been some weeks since the events in Ischia. In that time, Santana had traveled to Nerine to speak with his sire, in a more civilized manner, and had gone looking for his twin. He and Raul had never been apart for so long. That more than anything told him that something was amiss. Up and down and all around Ischia's islands he had flown, searching for that telltale flare of red and gold that his brother wore.
After several days of this he grew frustrated. It was as though Raul had vanished off the face of the world. He'd also been flying much more than usual, and it was beginning to wear on him. He needed a break, preferably not one near anyone he was related to. Unless it was Raul, in which case everything else would be much more doable.
Gliding over Beqanna's landscapes, a promise that had been flickering at the back of his mind surfaced. He owed someone a visit. A pretty someone, who could very likely take his mind off things for a while. Grinning at the clouds, the shimmering drakeling flexed his wings, coaxing the wind beneath them to carry him westward. Ischia often forgot the seasons. What did the tropics care for autumn and winter, except perhaps to bring on heavier rains? Autumn had not forgotten the rest of the continent.
As he traveled toward the mainland, a chill crept into the humid breeze, nipping at his skin. His breathing changed as he flew, kindling the embers within his chest to warm him. His own personal furnace. Trailing pennants of smoke, Santana entered the aerial bounds of Loess, seeking out the golden figure of a girl named Venus. It was a wide kingdom, yet still his success was already better in finding the one he sought. Amid the foothills that defined the kingdom he spotted the familiar lines of the girl who had caught his attention.
Nearing the ground, he was surprised to find that trepidation was mingling with the excitement in his breast, not to mention something that felt like indigestion. Gods... things had not gone great last time. Well. They'd started alright and then just sort of fallen downhill... damn. But it was too late to turn back now. He landed in a tussocky patch of tall grasses. With some fascination he watched as they browned and curled away from his chest, sending up little fingers of smoke. He was warmer then he realized.
Stepping hurriedly away from the flammable vegetation, the cream and white youth grinned lopsidedly at the female near by. "Hallo Venus. Hope this is an alright time to drop by." He greeted, wind-tousled forelock falling in his eyes. His sapphire and topaz gaze drifted from her to the surrounding area, taking in the unknown vistas. It was different from Ischia, that was for sure.
@[Venus]
After several days of this he grew frustrated. It was as though Raul had vanished off the face of the world. He'd also been flying much more than usual, and it was beginning to wear on him. He needed a break, preferably not one near anyone he was related to. Unless it was Raul, in which case everything else would be much more doable.
Gliding over Beqanna's landscapes, a promise that had been flickering at the back of his mind surfaced. He owed someone a visit. A pretty someone, who could very likely take his mind off things for a while. Grinning at the clouds, the shimmering drakeling flexed his wings, coaxing the wind beneath them to carry him westward. Ischia often forgot the seasons. What did the tropics care for autumn and winter, except perhaps to bring on heavier rains? Autumn had not forgotten the rest of the continent.
As he traveled toward the mainland, a chill crept into the humid breeze, nipping at his skin. His breathing changed as he flew, kindling the embers within his chest to warm him. His own personal furnace. Trailing pennants of smoke, Santana entered the aerial bounds of Loess, seeking out the golden figure of a girl named Venus. It was a wide kingdom, yet still his success was already better in finding the one he sought. Amid the foothills that defined the kingdom he spotted the familiar lines of the girl who had caught his attention.
Nearing the ground, he was surprised to find that trepidation was mingling with the excitement in his breast, not to mention something that felt like indigestion. Gods... things had not gone great last time. Well. They'd started alright and then just sort of fallen downhill... damn. But it was too late to turn back now. He landed in a tussocky patch of tall grasses. With some fascination he watched as they browned and curled away from his chest, sending up little fingers of smoke. He was warmer then he realized.
Stepping hurriedly away from the flammable vegetation, the cream and white youth grinned lopsidedly at the female near by. "Hallo Venus. Hope this is an alright time to drop by." He greeted, wind-tousled forelock falling in his eyes. His sapphire and topaz gaze drifted from her to the surrounding area, taking in the unknown vistas. It was different from Ischia, that was for sure.
@[Venus]
