[private] on laugh-silvered wings

[Alcinder]

A L C I N D E R

i go to seek a great perhaps

The ice-coated stallion had pointed Alcinder in the direction of Loess and he hasn't stopped his gallop since; he had been lucky, too, that he has been running toward his home right from the start. Northwest he goes and finally the Forest breaks away to the familiar foothills and the young colt whinnies, shrill and loud, to announce his arrival as he runs. Coming over the crest of a smaller hill just passed the border, the blue-and-white boy spreads his feathered appendages wide and is suddenly skyborne ─ scarily, almost, as his fatigue adds to the weight of his wings.

"Mom! Dad!" he continues further into the land, toward its center and, what will be his ultimate destination, the northern sandstone den his Mama had first brought him. Alcinder repeats the call to his parents every so often, but finally pauses to alight near a small spring about halfway across the territory.

Folding his opaline wings to his narrow, jagged sides, he drinks from the spring for a moment before the sound of a bush rustling behind him causes the boy to start.

His legs splay a bit wider than normal as he faces the noise head-on, ears pressed tight against the top of his small head. "Who's there?"



@[Castile], @[Lepis](?)
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neamrel