If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons - Adria

[Drustan]

He does not like it to leave her alone, as they both are more at ease within one another’s presence. Winter is long gone, spring has been better on them, but it is summer that finally seemed to ease some of Mother’s discomfort. Just enough for Drustan to dare and stray away from her side, not often he travels this far from Nerine’s border. And he does not take his leave lightly.

It is a long trip down the coast. First Nerine’s rocky one, and then, after crossing the river coming from Hyaline’s cold mountain lake, he travels the no-man land that lies between the river and the sea, to finally end on top of a dune that allows him perfect sight across the sea, the island kingdom, Ischia, a small dot at the horizon.

Too bad that the tide is high, meaning Drustan has to wait before he is able to cross from the main land to the island. Something around his shoulders itches, as if something wishes to break free, and very like the rumbling heat in his belly that had kept him warm during the winter. Something within him does not like the idea of having to wait.

But, unless he suddenly sprouts wings, he has to patiently – or not so patiently – wait.

One of his hind legs is at rest, and head and neck lowered as he doses under the summer sun. The heat does not bother him, though his coat is slightly damp. He might look relaxed, but the beast is very much awake, and crossing the sea towards Ischia’s shore as soon as the sea allows him. He's half way across the riverbank already.

This is where Adria lives.

Drustan.

if the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons

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[Adria]

Adria

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky

There’s an itch in Adria’s soul longing to be scratched by adventure. Life on Ischia was perfect as could be: Mother, father, and Tyr were integral parts of her everyday routine while now and then she crossed paths with a member of the brotherhood. Her family kept to themselves and in doing so, they flourished with security and love.

But what star-gazing, dream-filled, growing filly wants to be surrounded by stability?

A sigh slips past her lips as Adria roamed the endless circle of Ischia’s borders, displacing the usually cheerful smile that often offset her roman nose while each dainty hoof beneath her shifted along with the give of sand. A year had passed since she first was sent off from home, to make ‘friends’ in the playground while her parents made busy at making her brother Tyr. “Wouldn’t have guessed it then, though.” The nereid girl thinks fondly, ducking her head to a small, rounded chest.

If her cheeks could flame with blush they would; such thoughts were not for ladies! All the same they come unbidden anyways - lofted dreams of swimming out to sea in search of a romance to call her own. The urgency of her childish whims begins to lead her astray from the warm sands for a dive into the crystal deep, where she might clear her head, but only a few meters out she sees a fine set of dark legs churning up the waves.

A visitor!

Shyly, the water-filly swims closer, still submerged to keep the advantage of being hidden but curiously looking over the taught belly and trailing black tail of the newcomer. Something about him (for it’s certainly a him, no mistaking it with her vantage point) seems familiar, and against her better judgement the mythic shifter rises to float behind him, popping just her two ears and bright purple eyes out of the water to get a better look. “Drustan?!” The sabino blurts out, head rising fully from the whitecaps.

@[Drustan]