09-10-2021, 10:26 PM
If Nashua was wondering what sort of dreams his niece had fancied up, his niece was likewise wondering what it was that everyone seemed to know - but not telling her. Obscene with his questions and unexpected concerns, Reave with his cryptic responses and waiting for questions Cheri wasn’t inclined to ask, and now her Unc in the North; she could see it there in his eyes, festering like some storm. Cheri imagined that his eyes had looked the same right before she arrived.
It was old history, wasn’t it? She assumed. That was all the winged princess had regarding the entire ordeal surrounding her lineage; her history had been the offshoot of that rotten tree, and a much more loving experience - though not without its equal share of heartbreak. Lilliana, gone missing since the return of the sun. Her parents were still undiscovered. Borderline and Memorie had entirely disappeared. Cheri wondered if, despite it all, they were just as cursed as the rest of the wretched lot.
“Now wouldn’t that be something,” She thought. Imagine if the reason her parents disappeared was because of a mutated curse. She was lucky to be snapped free from the idea a moment later, when asking about Leilan.
“Then I share in his belief.” Was her astonished reply. Leilan had done the right thing. “I hope he succeeds.”
After that it felt like the floodgates opened. So much time had elapsed since last seeing her Uncle that Cheri realized she had a whole slew of inquiries stored up, mouthfuls of hungry questions that needed answering. All Nash had to do was accept her friendly challenge and she danced aside, giving them both the space they needed to prepare their wings for flight. Cheri knew by the tenor of his voice that The Freyr was speaking now, and that he wouldn’t hold back on her account. She looked forward to it.
“Sprite?” Like the kind that danced through her mane when she visited Obscene? The kind notorious to her for their pinches and tangling her hair. “Sharp words, coming from a nag.” She teased, light-hearted. He was right after all - she did look like a sprite, especially covered in bright green. Nashua was hardly a nag, however. Her uncle was a prime stallion, gilded and flecked like a rare bird. For living in such harsh conditions he was also well-acclimated; he and his fledglings always looked fit and well-fed.
“They’ll be especially painful when I make you swallow them.” Cheri bent her hind legs and swept her wings down toward the ground, pulling them and a gust of wind fresh off the northern sea up underneath her belly; she kicked off, boosted into the sky with a little extra help. Several meters above the ground she sagged at the height of her leap, but kept her wings working up and down with lazy, concentric flaps so that she could hover instead of falling back to earth. “I call that little move the Whorlwind.” She waited to gloat until Nashua had joined her.
So, maybe she cheated a little by using her powers to do aerial leaps from a dead standstill … Cheri still thought it was impressive. The motion felt impressive, considering her combined weight and wingspan. For a wingshape meant to float, she sure as hell was doing a lot of speeding these days. She couldn’t claim to be disappointed about it, either.
“What about Mazikeen?” The Queen of Hyaline. “Why is she letting Gale turn on us?” Cheri asked, moving to rise through the air. The Curse could explain Gale’s abhorrent behavior, but the part where Infamous Mazikeen engaged and encouraged the retaliation seemed so out-of-character to Cheri. Last she knew, the cob had accompanied Gale north during the midsummer fair and all seemed well. Obviously, current circumstances proved otherwise.
It was old history, wasn’t it? She assumed. That was all the winged princess had regarding the entire ordeal surrounding her lineage; her history had been the offshoot of that rotten tree, and a much more loving experience - though not without its equal share of heartbreak. Lilliana, gone missing since the return of the sun. Her parents were still undiscovered. Borderline and Memorie had entirely disappeared. Cheri wondered if, despite it all, they were just as cursed as the rest of the wretched lot.
“Now wouldn’t that be something,” She thought. Imagine if the reason her parents disappeared was because of a mutated curse. She was lucky to be snapped free from the idea a moment later, when asking about Leilan.
“Then I share in his belief.” Was her astonished reply. Leilan had done the right thing. “I hope he succeeds.”
After that it felt like the floodgates opened. So much time had elapsed since last seeing her Uncle that Cheri realized she had a whole slew of inquiries stored up, mouthfuls of hungry questions that needed answering. All Nash had to do was accept her friendly challenge and she danced aside, giving them both the space they needed to prepare their wings for flight. Cheri knew by the tenor of his voice that The Freyr was speaking now, and that he wouldn’t hold back on her account. She looked forward to it.
“Sprite?” Like the kind that danced through her mane when she visited Obscene? The kind notorious to her for their pinches and tangling her hair. “Sharp words, coming from a nag.” She teased, light-hearted. He was right after all - she did look like a sprite, especially covered in bright green. Nashua was hardly a nag, however. Her uncle was a prime stallion, gilded and flecked like a rare bird. For living in such harsh conditions he was also well-acclimated; he and his fledglings always looked fit and well-fed.
“They’ll be especially painful when I make you swallow them.” Cheri bent her hind legs and swept her wings down toward the ground, pulling them and a gust of wind fresh off the northern sea up underneath her belly; she kicked off, boosted into the sky with a little extra help. Several meters above the ground she sagged at the height of her leap, but kept her wings working up and down with lazy, concentric flaps so that she could hover instead of falling back to earth. “I call that little move the Whorlwind.” She waited to gloat until Nashua had joined her.
So, maybe she cheated a little by using her powers to do aerial leaps from a dead standstill … Cheri still thought it was impressive. The motion felt impressive, considering her combined weight and wingspan. For a wingshape meant to float, she sure as hell was doing a lot of speeding these days. She couldn’t claim to be disappointed about it, either.
“What about Mazikeen?” The Queen of Hyaline. “Why is she letting Gale turn on us?” Cheri asked, moving to rise through the air. The Curse could explain Gale’s abhorrent behavior, but the part where Infamous Mazikeen engaged and encouraged the retaliation seemed so out-of-character to Cheri. Last she knew, the cob had accompanied Gale north during the midsummer fair and all seemed well. Obviously, current circumstances proved otherwise.
@Nashua