03-15-2018, 08:20 PM
Visitors seem to turn up more and more often on Ischia's shores. Most tend to be diplomats from neighboring lands, others are simply looking for long-lost relatives or loves, and the occasional few stop by to look at the bioluminescent plankton. Krone never really cared either way - as long as the island stayed busy, she was happy.
Her children are growing older, which means she is able to stray further from them and attend to things she had enjoyed prior to becoming a mother. Today, it was flying. She had woken up just as the sun began to crest over the horizon, left the thick canopy of the forest, and walked to the beach. Winter was coming to an end, and the cold air from the mainland was beginning to grow warm - it was perfect weather for flying.
While her brother's wingspan was large, her appendages were smaller and made her flight more agile. With one long stroke she ascends into the air, climbing higher and higher until she can barely see Ischia anymore. For awhile, she glides above the island with the parrots, she watches the sun fully come out and illuminate the sky a pale blue. She does this until her wings tire, and finally she decides to land.
Low tide had arrived, meaning visitors would be crossing the land bridge soon. Krone trots along the shoreline, eyes searching for any signs of a visitor, until finally she hears it. One satellite finds the source of the voice, and she begins to walk over to him. The midday sunlight reflects off her jeweled head.
He was a large stallion, standing nearly two hands above her, his bay pelt was covered in silver spots. He had a refined face and a bulky frame - and quietly, she finds herself eyeing him in a way she doesn't often do with men. "Hello," She greets as she comes up to him. "I'm Krone, the Keeper of Ischia. What brings you here today?" She keeps her voice calm, the conversation simple (for now), and gives him a dazzling smile.
Her children are growing older, which means she is able to stray further from them and attend to things she had enjoyed prior to becoming a mother. Today, it was flying. She had woken up just as the sun began to crest over the horizon, left the thick canopy of the forest, and walked to the beach. Winter was coming to an end, and the cold air from the mainland was beginning to grow warm - it was perfect weather for flying.
While her brother's wingspan was large, her appendages were smaller and made her flight more agile. With one long stroke she ascends into the air, climbing higher and higher until she can barely see Ischia anymore. For awhile, she glides above the island with the parrots, she watches the sun fully come out and illuminate the sky a pale blue. She does this until her wings tire, and finally she decides to land.
Low tide had arrived, meaning visitors would be crossing the land bridge soon. Krone trots along the shoreline, eyes searching for any signs of a visitor, until finally she hears it. One satellite finds the source of the voice, and she begins to walk over to him. The midday sunlight reflects off her jeweled head.
He was a large stallion, standing nearly two hands above her, his bay pelt was covered in silver spots. He had a refined face and a bulky frame - and quietly, she finds herself eyeing him in a way she doesn't often do with men. "Hello," She greets as she comes up to him. "I'm Krone, the Keeper of Ischia. What brings you here today?" She keeps her voice calm, the conversation simple (for now), and gives him a dazzling smile.
Krone
you could be the King
(but watch the Queen conquer)
(but watch the Queen conquer)
@[Durotan]