What in the world could make a brown-eyed girl turn blue? GALE

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free Gale enjoys the sound of her laughter, and he smiles at having amused her. He is not entirely sure what had made her laugh, but he knows better than to lose himself in over analyzing what had been said. That had been a common occurrence in the first years of his second life, but as he continues to explore beyond the black shores of his home, his confidence grows as well. That he has finally grown into himself these past years has made it easier. No longer a gawky adolescent, Gale has settled into the endless young adulthood of the immortal. His broad build is due as much to heritage as to the daily exercise in which he partakes, but he is still proud of the muscle that ripples beneath his iridescent coat. He can tell that she is thinking of something, but as he resettles the tender edge of his right wing, he is too distracted to think long on what. He will be fully healed by the time he is due back on the Plains, Gale knows. In the meantime though, neither his own magic nor that of Beqanna have chosen to mend entirely the wound that a pawed Mazikeen had given him.  He could have flown home, but that would have taken not only the fun of an adventure away from him, but would also have hurt. For all Gale’s daring and curiosity, it is nice sometimes to not always have something aching. He is already looking forward to the end of the Alliance, when the only bones he’ll have broken are those resulting from his own poor judgement. She’s going to the Meadow, Ionia says, and Gale nods. He’s not sure what might make the place best this time of year. He’s had the grasses there, and while they are pleasant, they are almost tooth-achingly sweet. He prefers his grazing saltier; only fruits should be that sweet.  The brindle decides not to question her though, not when she’s asking where he’s going. Gale nods affirmatively to both the first question as well as the second. “I’ll have just enough time to get home before I’ll have to fly back to the Plains,” he adds casually. Or at least, he manages to make it seem casually, though he glances at her from beneath a long hank of white forelock to see if she is impressed by the suggestion he is a contender in the Alliance. @[Ionia]