.Terran.
Flight was a freedom I had never known before. I hardly spent any more time earthbound, now that my wings were grown and my back was strong. From one corner of Beqanna to another things that had been previously hidden from the others were now privy to me and it felt so damn good. For strength and lift my two fore-wings could serve no better purpose; the golden appendages had grown thick and wide. My hind-wings were more rounded, with the primaries elongated for tight turns with greater speed. Black, gold, and white I was a blend of stone and jem and the sky soon felt more like home than the ground.
To think of what I’d been missing!
Still, all the glory of aerial prowess couldn’t overshadow the fiery girl I’d met some time ago. Jinju, with eyes like glinting rubies and a wit that still caught my attention. Had I … missed her? I barely knew the girl, had only really exchanged pleasantries, but even as I dipped lower to the earth I had the urge to seek her out. Where was she, what had she been up to? Was she taken with someone else, did she even remember me? I had promised to find her again, sooner rather than later.
I’d be loathe to break a promise. So I descend again to feel the unyielding strength of the world and tuck my wings close behind me while I search for her the old-fashioned way. Here, in the tangle of limbs and leaves, I can’t possibly hope to get high enough or far enough to seek her out quickly. The one question that lingers is how different the two of us will be. At nearly eight years old, I was more fit than I’d ever been before - my shoulders curling with new growth while my belly grew hard and my neck stiff. What of her, though?
What of the red-eyed, fire-wielding mare?
I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold
@[Jinju]