As my mother is distracted with my brother and Jack I make my escape. The flames licking at my skin dance vigorously as I gallop at full speed. A devious snicker flutters from my chest, my eyes focused on the path in front of me.
The grass plains stretched for miles, allowing me the freedom I so craved. My stride lengthened as my head lowered, a determined look upon my face. I could get my fill of adventure before my mother found me that I was sure.
As I reach the western edge the river blocks me from going further. I bend my body slightly so I can curl upward and follow the riverbank. It is then I catch a whiff of a familiar scent. Smoke. The smell causes me to slow and investigate. I flare my nostrils, drawing in the burnt odor. With a small snort I prance towards the river's edge.
There is a large dark figure lingering at the shallows. I duck momentarily, assessing the situation. My red eyes peer over the brush I find myself behind, my flames flickering do little to hide me. I watch as the stranger stretches his wings and makes funny faces at the waters. My nose wrinkles in confusion. He seemed harmless and curiosity was getting the better of me.
"Whatchya doin?" I question the large stallion as I give up my position behind the brush.
@Amenadiel
Fire Mimicry- Foxfire, Phoenix-Type Immortality, Fire Wings