08-13-2021, 08:06 PM
The Isle loomed in the distance just the way Cheri remembered it, white and imposing underneath heavy, snowy clouds. This late into the summer Cheri knew the tundra must be blooming, finally alive with life and sustenance after being killed off by the ice and cold. On a balmier day she might’ve touched down and enjoyed the sights, taking the time to reminisce about a happier past. She had only ever visited the northern kingdom once, during the festival Leilan had held when he’d been Freyr, and as much as she would’ve liked to make the most of a second trip Cheri knew that a lack of time (coupled with the necessity of action) prevented such leisurely activities.
If all went well today and in the coming future, perhaps she could find the time to manage a royal tour. Visit every Kingdom seat and create a new custom by doing so. But not today.
Instead, today the vibrantly-colored pegasus mare was fighting to keep her wings free from being bogged down by icicles. The farther north she flew, the more difficult that became, and eventually the crystalline horse decided to abandon flight entirely for a trot along the coastline instead.
The exercise kept her warm at least. And the gray waters slapping against a stony, gently sloping shore kept most of the cold underhoof at bay. Ice still formed along the fine, unkempt feathers growing at the base of her heels, and it gathered under her chin and trickled down her hair until the green strands clumped together. By the time she reached her uncle, Cheri was huffing plumes of frosty air from her nostrils, her wings clamped firmly around her body in order to keep what little warmth she could.
“Uncle Nash.” The new arrival called out softly, aware that he’d most likely seen her approach. On any other day the greeting would’ve had a brighter, more friendly air to it, but something in her Uncle’s mannerisms - along with the heavy weight in Cheri’s heart - tempered her mood. She sounded almost … apologetic.
“I wish happier tidings could’ve brought us together.” Nashua’s niece spoke candidly with him. “I’m sorry for not coming sooner.” She said, standing near enough that her consolation could be paired with the familiar brush of her satin black nose against his spotted wing.
If all went well today and in the coming future, perhaps she could find the time to manage a royal tour. Visit every Kingdom seat and create a new custom by doing so. But not today.
Instead, today the vibrantly-colored pegasus mare was fighting to keep her wings free from being bogged down by icicles. The farther north she flew, the more difficult that became, and eventually the crystalline horse decided to abandon flight entirely for a trot along the coastline instead.
The exercise kept her warm at least. And the gray waters slapping against a stony, gently sloping shore kept most of the cold underhoof at bay. Ice still formed along the fine, unkempt feathers growing at the base of her heels, and it gathered under her chin and trickled down her hair until the green strands clumped together. By the time she reached her uncle, Cheri was huffing plumes of frosty air from her nostrils, her wings clamped firmly around her body in order to keep what little warmth she could.
“Uncle Nash.” The new arrival called out softly, aware that he’d most likely seen her approach. On any other day the greeting would’ve had a brighter, more friendly air to it, but something in her Uncle’s mannerisms - along with the heavy weight in Cheri’s heart - tempered her mood. She sounded almost … apologetic.
“I wish happier tidings could’ve brought us together.” Nashua’s niece spoke candidly with him. “I’m sorry for not coming sooner.” She said, standing near enough that her consolation could be paired with the familiar brush of her satin black nose against his spotted wing.
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