[mature] instead of nowhere to land | wishbone

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Gale’s white wings lift the Curse high. The spring sun is so bright that it would blind a lesser being, but the electric blue eyes of its host heal as soon as they are damaged. The healing it has mastered, as well as the shifting that gives it these broad, red-streaked wings. The vision manipulation as well, that gift passed down from its host’s paternal grandmother. Having swallowed Mazikeen’s heart - and with it her magics - the Curse can feel the thrum of possibility in its veins. The sensation is intoxicating, and it spends most of the night trying out those things it has always eyed with admiration (and no small amount of jealously) possessed by the Alpha. The horns are first, black and spiraling, though he makes his glow a blue as bright as his eyes. The fire aura is palest blue as well, flickering along the length of his white spinal mane. Though he has inherited his maternal substance, being broader in the chest and body than most of his siblings, Gale looks the most like their father. The white feathers of his wings are accented by insubstantial shadows, a mimicry of Mazikeen’s shadow wings that it doesn’t need to fly but enjoys using anyway. It is heading toward Tephra, but it is in no hurry. The twins she has hidden from it will be useful, but they are no longer necessary. It can keep them, train them. Make them something useful. It lands in the shallows of the healing waterfall, having been shown the way previously and visited a time or two back when his healing was weaker and he wanted relief. This is the last entity, it realizes. The fourth and final bit of magic. Gale stares at it for some time, long enough to be found by anyone along the shore, and difficult to miss standing belly-deep in the water that is just starting to brighten with the dawn. @[Wishbone]