10-15-2017, 07:04 PM
”Well, look at you, hot shot,” he jests with a bump of his muzzle against Ivar’s shoulders, ”oh, and those muscles.” It’s the first time he has been able to joke and to be so lighthearted. It brings a rush of nostalgic memories. He remembers their first meeting in Nerine, their adventures, their laughs. It had all been so innocent then. They didn’t have responsibilities, only doting mothers watching their every move (almost).
Suddenly, there is a great part of Castile that wants to relive all of that.
”Loess,” he repeats thoughtfully, casting his eyes toward the direction of rolling hills and green meadows. ”Hopefully less trees than Sylva,” he adds with a shrug and smile, ”Your mom’s home was very confining for someone with wings.” There were few places that he could take flight and land, hindering his practice to soar the sapphire skies. Since he hasn’t quite mastered shifting the least he could do was fine tune his flight skills. Once, he remembers, he had been too afraid to even attempt it. The heights worried him. He was concerned his wings would fail him, but they haven’t yet. In fact, they are stronger than they have ever been and have a massive reach that he is silently proud of.
”I will go with you,” he finally decides with a nod of his head after mulling over the opportunity. Briefly, he considers Ciri and Amet and how closely mingled their scents had been. It struck an odd chord in him, but one of which he knows he should ignore and move away from. ”Show me Loess,” and with a preparing roll of his shoulders, Castile awaits to follow his childhood friend.
Suddenly, there is a great part of Castile that wants to relive all of that.
”Loess,” he repeats thoughtfully, casting his eyes toward the direction of rolling hills and green meadows. ”Hopefully less trees than Sylva,” he adds with a shrug and smile, ”Your mom’s home was very confining for someone with wings.” There were few places that he could take flight and land, hindering his practice to soar the sapphire skies. Since he hasn’t quite mastered shifting the least he could do was fine tune his flight skills. Once, he remembers, he had been too afraid to even attempt it. The heights worried him. He was concerned his wings would fail him, but they haven’t yet. In fact, they are stronger than they have ever been and have a massive reach that he is silently proud of.
”I will go with you,” he finally decides with a nod of his head after mulling over the opportunity. Briefly, he considers Ciri and Amet and how closely mingled their scents had been. It struck an odd chord in him, but one of which he knows he should ignore and move away from. ”Show me Loess,” and with a preparing roll of his shoulders, Castile awaits to follow his childhood friend.