I would take a whisper if that’s all you had to give
It had been an age since this soul had occupied a body - but it was time once again to walk the earthly plane. From sea spray and jungle fronds he came forth, fully formed. Deep within the forest glen he found himself awakening, not unlike the stranger who dreamed nearby. Eyes of ocean blue blinked rapidly, adjusting to the speckled sunlight that filtered through the canopy above. Where he expected to see the rolling sands and crashing waves of his homeland, Quetzalli found himself surrounded by green, lush moss. Looking skyward, he recognized the familiar greenery of vines and temperate blooms that threaded through the branches - though while it was familiar, this was not home.
Stretching limbs that were creaking and tight from disuse, the young roan stallion lifted himself slowly to his feet. He was as unsteady as a newborn colt, all gangly limbs and wonder. As he stood, he disturbed a riot of brilliantly blue butterflies into took flight - swirling around his body like a miniature tornado. A single creature left the flock and landed softly upon his muzzle, wings spreading across his vision.
”Hello there, little friend.”
Flexing his muscles, Quetzalli spread the matching wings that had been tucked tightly against his sides as he slept. Stunning blue and green feathers caught the dappled light. He stretched the limbs wide, shivered, and shook the sleep from his body finally. Startled by his movement, the butterfly took off into the forest.
Curious about this new world, Quetzalli followed.
His hoofbeats were almost silent on the mossy loam, The quiet cacophony of the forest surrounded him and very nearly drowned out the soft words of the stranger who wandered another path. Almost - but not quite. He paused, looking around himself into the gloom of the trees. He could not see another soul, but the foliage was thick here. The voice could be mere feet from him, and he could perhaps miss the speaker in the lush greens. So he waited a few moments more before he called out. ”Hello?”
Stretching limbs that were creaking and tight from disuse, the young roan stallion lifted himself slowly to his feet. He was as unsteady as a newborn colt, all gangly limbs and wonder. As he stood, he disturbed a riot of brilliantly blue butterflies into took flight - swirling around his body like a miniature tornado. A single creature left the flock and landed softly upon his muzzle, wings spreading across his vision.
”Hello there, little friend.”
Flexing his muscles, Quetzalli spread the matching wings that had been tucked tightly against his sides as he slept. Stunning blue and green feathers caught the dappled light. He stretched the limbs wide, shivered, and shook the sleep from his body finally. Startled by his movement, the butterfly took off into the forest.
Curious about this new world, Quetzalli followed.
His hoofbeats were almost silent on the mossy loam, The quiet cacophony of the forest surrounded him and very nearly drowned out the soft words of the stranger who wandered another path. Almost - but not quite. He paused, looking around himself into the gloom of the trees. He could not see another soul, but the foliage was thick here. The voice could be mere feet from him, and he could perhaps miss the speaker in the lush greens. So he waited a few moments more before he called out. ”Hello?”
~ Quetzalli
Kornari