[private] the world is a vampire.

[Alcinder]

i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings

Alcinder would have considered his current autonomy thrilling, had he anyone to check up on his whereabouts and find that he is not currently in within the safety of Loess. Truth be told, all of the adults in his life are currently engrossed elsewhere, though he offers no criticism ─ his mother a captive in Pangea, his father dealing with the aftermath of his efforts to destroy Icicle Isle, and his Aunt Lepis now knows (or has welcomed) the returned weight of a heavy crown.

So as he ventures away from the foothills kingdom on this day, the young son of Oceane and Castile does not expect to be followed, nor does he expect his absence to be noticed. He starts with a small toe-touch into the pond of adventure, resting a bit hesitantly at the border between Loess and the Forest, but it's not long after that he's racing through the tightly packed trees and bursting through the eastern side and into the Meadow.

There's a moment that he considers turning around and heading west towards Ischia to visit Cormorant, but he worries that he is not yet a skilled enough flier to make it over the channel and to the island kingdom, and it would seem there is potential for new friendship here ─

A teal and white streak passes by the young colt and there is no point in trying to suppress the laughter that bursts forth from his open maw. His silver eyes alight with excitement and amusement, he watches the slightly older filly crest the small knoll and lift her gilded frame into a rear. He gives chase, his own lanky legs ─ still too long for him, but not as knobbly now that he has reached his first birthday ─ eating up ground as best they can across the still-soft ground of early summer.

A hoof catches in one of the gouges the young girl had created and Alcinder deposits himself, head over heels and wings under everything, directly in front of her with a loud thud.

"Hnnnnngh," he groans as he rights himself, coming to a stand with one bloody knee and some very muddy wings. The painted opaline colt shakes the earth from them as best he can before he folds them to his sides once more and offering a dazzling smile to the teal and white girl before him.

Hi there, miss," he greets her with a practiced nod indicative of the social graces his Aunt Lepis had worked to instill in him, "My name is Alcinder. Are you from around here?"

─ @[Fenwe]

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