09-21-2018, 02:27 PM
Spring, a time of change. Not that change needed the excuse. It came in any season, in all forms. It came to Sabra often. Sometimes she wished the world would just hold still, let her catch her breath! But no, it didn't work like that. Santana, and to a somewhat lesser extent his brother, were outgrowing the kingdom of Ischia. That had been made perfectly clear as of late. So it was time to move on once more. Nerine, childhood home of their sire, seemed to be a logical choice. Safer, anyway.
The gemstone woman flew over the sea northwards. Springtime weather was unpredictable, but today favored her with mild breezes and high clouds. She took it as a good omen for things to come. Nerine was unfamiliar to her, a rocky peninsular land full of cliffs and edged in mountains. Far more rugged than the lush jungles of Ischia, still she found a beauty in it as she soared lower over it. This was a wild kind of land, untamed and unforgiving. Much like its occupants, or so she'd heard. Perhaps this at last could be a place to call home, for all of them. A nice thought. Time would tell if there was any truth to it.
She alighted in a flattish place, hooves clattering on slate. The warm sun coaxed fragments of rainbow from her coat where it landed. It had been two seasons since she had returned, long enough for a good diet and peaceful living to improve her appearance. Her mane and tail flowed once again, feathers plush and glossy coated. The only physical indication that something had once gone terribly awry was the lacy crosshatch of white scars that ran across her face and down her shoulders. A roadmap to nowhere. Hopefully someone had seen her enter the kingdoms bounds. She did not feel much like hunting.
The gemstone woman flew over the sea northwards. Springtime weather was unpredictable, but today favored her with mild breezes and high clouds. She took it as a good omen for things to come. Nerine was unfamiliar to her, a rocky peninsular land full of cliffs and edged in mountains. Far more rugged than the lush jungles of Ischia, still she found a beauty in it as she soared lower over it. This was a wild kind of land, untamed and unforgiving. Much like its occupants, or so she'd heard. Perhaps this at last could be a place to call home, for all of them. A nice thought. Time would tell if there was any truth to it.
She alighted in a flattish place, hooves clattering on slate. The warm sun coaxed fragments of rainbow from her coat where it landed. It had been two seasons since she had returned, long enough for a good diet and peaceful living to improve her appearance. Her mane and tail flowed once again, feathers plush and glossy coated. The only physical indication that something had once gone terribly awry was the lacy crosshatch of white scars that ran across her face and down her shoulders. A roadmap to nowhere. Hopefully someone had seen her enter the kingdoms bounds. She did not feel much like hunting.