09-22-2021, 10:32 AM
Watching her Uncle fly made it obvious to Cheri that her craft was nothing like his. Every flick of his wings had a purpose, and the action spread throughout the rest of him in memorized waves. His legs knew just where to shift, his shoulders and hips worked with one another like a strange mechanism - as he dipped and sliced his way across the ocean she suddenly felt silly for being so proud of herself. She’d only really shoved herself off the ground; Nashua was actually flying.
He had the uncanny ability to make her raw speed and power look like childish hops. She shook her head and floated pleasantly, happy to see he was still able to knock her down a peg or two with just a flickering smirk. Have to keep the younglings in their place, Cheri guessed, waiting to cruise over the mainland until he’d joined her again.
There, the topic shifted to Mazikeen. Interested, Cheri noticed her Uncle’s expression darken as the two flew alongside one another. She caught the undertone of hesitance in his voice, how he stopped to consider something before continuing the story again, and it bothered her. What? She wanted to push him, choosing patience instead. A few beats later and her efforts were rewarded with alarming news: Mazikeen might’ve been affected by The Curse.
Or infected, she considered. The wind up here was bitterly cold, but that’s not why Cheri shivered. The couple had been expecting a birth - something her father had known right before his disappearance, though Cheri was only now hearing the news. They left to return home to the East and then … evil manifested. And if the afflicted could turn others, then that only meant the situation had definitely gotten hairier. There was no telling what kind of danger Bolder might be in, if this were the case.
At the fringes of her knowledge Cheri considered that The Curse was probably stronger now than it ever was before, as others remembered it. An imminent threat to everyone who crossed paths with it.
“It will spread.” She predicted, adopting the moniker her Uncle used when addressing the darkness inhabiting Gale’s body. “So many of us have already come in contact with it; who knows where the madness stops.”
The pegasus flew over Icicle Isle’s heart-shaped lake, listening for a moment and collecting her thoughts.
“Fire didn’t stop it. Death couldn’t either. What hope have we got?” Cheri questioned, and she was being (mostly) serious. There was always hope to be found; the goodness in her believed that fact to be true. But even with their combined powers and all their sheltered territories, filled with the few vassals they could convince to stay, it would take an army just to keep The Curse at bay. Her idea had been to join forces - Nash knew that. Now Cheri was curious to see if he had any plans in mind.
He had the uncanny ability to make her raw speed and power look like childish hops. She shook her head and floated pleasantly, happy to see he was still able to knock her down a peg or two with just a flickering smirk. Have to keep the younglings in their place, Cheri guessed, waiting to cruise over the mainland until he’d joined her again.
There, the topic shifted to Mazikeen. Interested, Cheri noticed her Uncle’s expression darken as the two flew alongside one another. She caught the undertone of hesitance in his voice, how he stopped to consider something before continuing the story again, and it bothered her. What? She wanted to push him, choosing patience instead. A few beats later and her efforts were rewarded with alarming news: Mazikeen might’ve been affected by The Curse.
Or infected, she considered. The wind up here was bitterly cold, but that’s not why Cheri shivered. The couple had been expecting a birth - something her father had known right before his disappearance, though Cheri was only now hearing the news. They left to return home to the East and then … evil manifested. And if the afflicted could turn others, then that only meant the situation had definitely gotten hairier. There was no telling what kind of danger Bolder might be in, if this were the case.
At the fringes of her knowledge Cheri considered that The Curse was probably stronger now than it ever was before, as others remembered it. An imminent threat to everyone who crossed paths with it.
“It will spread.” She predicted, adopting the moniker her Uncle used when addressing the darkness inhabiting Gale’s body. “So many of us have already come in contact with it; who knows where the madness stops.”
The pegasus flew over Icicle Isle’s heart-shaped lake, listening for a moment and collecting her thoughts.
“Fire didn’t stop it. Death couldn’t either. What hope have we got?” Cheri questioned, and she was being (mostly) serious. There was always hope to be found; the goodness in her believed that fact to be true. But even with their combined powers and all their sheltered territories, filled with the few vassals they could convince to stay, it would take an army just to keep The Curse at bay. Her idea had been to join forces - Nash knew that. Now Cheri was curious to see if he had any plans in mind.
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