11-11-2019, 09:22 PM
It’s been just under three years since their encounter, and Pteron has thought of the rock-turning-horse-turning-falcon more than a handful of times. Had he gone back to Icicle Island, Pteron wonders? Or had he gone somewhere else, somewhere warmer? Perhaps he’d even left Beqanna entirely; the tobiano has heard that happens from time to time – even his parents had done so, letting him choose to stay in Loess even with the dangers of the Plague.
Wherever Aodhan had gone, it was neither Loess nor Taiga. Both lands the winged Pteron often travels through, as much a solider of Loess as he was of Taiga, and he has not seen the spotted shifter. Or perhaps he had, and had not recognized him as a stone or a leaf or a wide-eyed wallaby. That idea amuses him, and he recalls it as he sees the golden shape ahead of him transform into one that he knows. Pteron had kept beneath the tree cover as the scaled beast circled his redwood home, and though he does head toward the place where the flying creature will be landing, he does so with enough delay to keep several sturdy trunks between himself and the dragon until it has completed its shift.
Once it has, and he is able to put a name to the dragon, Pteron approaches.
“Aodhan!” He says with a smile and a pleasant bob of his head in greeting. “I see you’ve mastered flying since we last met. And shifting into something more impressive than a rock or a bird, too.” He teases, as he often does, but there is only good humor in his warm olive eyes. “What else have you been up to since I saw you last?”
@[Aodhan]
Wherever Aodhan had gone, it was neither Loess nor Taiga. Both lands the winged Pteron often travels through, as much a solider of Loess as he was of Taiga, and he has not seen the spotted shifter. Or perhaps he had, and had not recognized him as a stone or a leaf or a wide-eyed wallaby. That idea amuses him, and he recalls it as he sees the golden shape ahead of him transform into one that he knows. Pteron had kept beneath the tree cover as the scaled beast circled his redwood home, and though he does head toward the place where the flying creature will be landing, he does so with enough delay to keep several sturdy trunks between himself and the dragon until it has completed its shift.
Once it has, and he is able to put a name to the dragon, Pteron approaches.
“Aodhan!” He says with a smile and a pleasant bob of his head in greeting. “I see you’ve mastered flying since we last met. And shifting into something more impressive than a rock or a bird, too.” He teases, as he often does, but there is only good humor in his warm olive eyes. “What else have you been up to since I saw you last?”
@[Aodhan]
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