Ravin
07-10-2025, 07:22 AM
The warm air is thick around him, nearly as tepid as the water in the shallow stream he lowers his head to drink. Sweat streaks Ravin’s sides, darkening the dappled grey hair and dripping beneath the colored feathers of his face, neck, and chest. Though autumn has turned the leaves of the trees overhead, it has done nothing to assuage the heat. He holds his feathered wings slightly away from his body as though the air might cool them, as if the flicking of his long tail does not create the only wind.
Swallowing one last drink, Ravin raises his sky blue eyes to the broad plain around him.
Shimmering hills of golden grasses stretch out toward the far-distant sea, bordered to the north by rising mountains and to the south by eerie places he’d rather not dwell on. It had taken him so little time to fly here that the day is still only half over, the speed of travel being one of Ravin’s favorite things about finally figuring out how to fly. The distances between himself and the horizon feel somehow smaller; the world becoming more accessible. That, in part, is why he has come today.
He knows the world is larger than the Gates and the Common Lands, and yet he has seen so little of it. Perhaps here, in this place where newcomers find homes and those in need of recruits sought them out, he might find someone willing to show him their part of the world. He’d even settle for someone willing to explore it with him, he thinks, turning toward the sound of what he thinks might be hoofsteps.
Swallowing one last drink, Ravin raises his sky blue eyes to the broad plain around him.
Shimmering hills of golden grasses stretch out toward the far-distant sea, bordered to the north by rising mountains and to the south by eerie places he’d rather not dwell on. It had taken him so little time to fly here that the day is still only half over, the speed of travel being one of Ravin’s favorite things about finally figuring out how to fly. The distances between himself and the horizon feel somehow smaller; the world becoming more accessible. That, in part, is why he has come today.
He knows the world is larger than the Gates and the Common Lands, and yet he has seen so little of it. Perhaps here, in this place where newcomers find homes and those in need of recruits sought them out, he might find someone willing to show him their part of the world. He’d even settle for someone willing to explore it with him, he thinks, turning toward the sound of what he thinks might be hoofsteps.