12-03-2017, 09:42 AM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
The air of summer brings humidity and sweltering heat, constant cloudless mornings and afternoon thunderstorms. It has nearly been a half a year since he had returned from his journey to the Great Plains, and while Tephra flourishes and grows, the blue-winged stallion finds himself growing restless (strange, for a being so stagnant and grounded) and as the sun rose above the ocean’s horizon and before its unforgiving heat blazed into the atmosphere, Warrick takes to the skies.The sound of each muscular beat of his great wings fills his ears, pushing through the thermals high above the surface of Beqanna, lost between clouds and sun and sky, his mind flowing freely now that he is truly alone. His body reacts to flying almost as if on its own, without a thought from him - he twists and turns when needed, the feathers on the outer part of his wings twitching expertly to guide him to where he knew his flight would end - Hyaline. The blue-tipped stallion longs for the familiar face of Amet - to catch up with the bronze-gilded stallion and to perhaps discuss further their alliance, or to simply revel in the fact that their two kingdoms will be built upon a steady foundation of friendship and loyalty. He hopes that he will find Solace there, too. His daughter (gentle, intelligent, wise beyond her years - so much like himself) would never stray too far from home, and after searching every inch of Tephra, he realizes that she must have gone to visit the scaled king, for where else would she desire to go? Unless, of course, the spirit of Svedka has ignited within her breast and has led her elsewhere beyond all of Beqanna...his heart churns at the thought, and he pushes it aside. Solace would not disappear without trace, not without a goodbye.
Cerulean eyes glance downwards, bringing himself out of his thoughts to focus on the actual flying he was doing, and enjoying the lush and green scenery below him. Summer had only begun and has yet to begin to become intense enough to cause the grasses or trees to dry and grow brittle within the heat, leaving a beautiful landscape to behold. He watches as the scene of the forest below him unfolds into the once great trees of Taiga, his lips turning downward in a slight frown as the living trees begin to disperse into that of char and ash of the dead. He had been to Taiga before, but it was many years ago. He remembers the grandeur of the tall redwoods and how their tops never seem to end.
The summer sun has already burned off most of the fog that traditionally covers Taiga, making it easy for him to see the destruction that is laid out before him. With a curious tilt of his head, cobalt tendrils streaming out behind his face in his flight, he notices specks of green saplings, young and growing through the black of the burnt trees. With a snort and a rise of his brows, he also notices that the number of new, young trees were numerous, nearly uncountable, as Taiga regrows itself.
Within the blackness of the dead trees, he sees a figure traipsing through the burnt trunks, her russet body glowing brilliantly in the sunlight. The frown that had crossed his lips before are now replaced with a familiar smile, and with a few flexes of the lithe bone within his wings, he begins to descend upon her.
Large and powerful wings are outspread at their greatest length, guiding him towards her quickly and effortlessly. His hooves touch the ground in a gallop, a few swipes of his wings to make sure he wouldn’t crash into the ground upon impact. He slows, cantering and then trotting, breathlessly towards her. He is walking now, a few beats of his wings showing his excitement at finding her before rustling them into his sides, folding them quickly against his barrel.
“Kolera!” he announces, his eyes sparkling with joy to see the once-filly he had crossed so many years ago in Tephra. “It is me,” he assures her, coming closer so that he can bump his muzzle with her own, exchanging breaths with gentle huffs. “What are you doing in Taiga?” He asks quizzically, drawing his muzzle back to himself to allow his eyes to trace her appearance - she has grown and matured, and suddenly he feels rather old. He remembers their last meeting - the one with Levi - and a tiny frown darkens the otherwise happy expression on his face. Had she found what she has been looking for?
Warrick
@[Kolera]