The wind is like ice in her lungs, stealing her breath in a way that reminds her of flying as high as she can, where ice coats your wings and threatens to drop you back to a sudden death on earth. She’s used to that feeling, because it accompanies the feeling of utter solitude and freedom of being so high up, the freedom that flight allows. But the girl tucked into her side is flightless, and so they are experiencing the bite of the cold as a walk, instead of a flight. The filly is tucked under one of Noah’s dark red wings (though with the way the girl is growing, that won’t last long) and too excited by the adventure to even feel the cold the way her dam does.
Winter in the Pampas is mild. But the weather as they cross the mountains at the edge of Loess to find the Taiga is anything but – still, Noah finds it preferable to descending into Sylva. Some part of her will never trust that forest Kingdom, and so she keeps her precious only daughter beside her on the heights of Castile’s mountains instead, following winding paths that grow less and less familiar as she nears Taiga. She has never been to the deepwood forests of Lepis and Bane’s new home, but the Pampas is quiet and seeminly safe enough, and she misses the companionship of her first friends, and wants to introduce them to her daughter.
Finally, as the sun rises behind them, they start the final descent into the milder shelter offered by the massively tall trees, and Noah finally lets her copper-and-white shadow dart forward away from the shelter of her wing, to investigate every little thing she sees. “Don’t go far,” she cautions, in a whisper that would be laughably inadequate if the filly hadn’t been trained to listen for her mother’s softest voices from the day she was born. She also doesn’t bother to call out for her friends – perhaps Noma’s crashing around will attact them, but she’s willing to bet they already are aware she is here. (And anyway, it's not like her voice carries). They tend to be aware, that way.
@[Wolfbane] @[Lepis]
Winter in the Pampas is mild. But the weather as they cross the mountains at the edge of Loess to find the Taiga is anything but – still, Noah finds it preferable to descending into Sylva. Some part of her will never trust that forest Kingdom, and so she keeps her precious only daughter beside her on the heights of Castile’s mountains instead, following winding paths that grow less and less familiar as she nears Taiga. She has never been to the deepwood forests of Lepis and Bane’s new home, but the Pampas is quiet and seeminly safe enough, and she misses the companionship of her first friends, and wants to introduce them to her daughter.
Finally, as the sun rises behind them, they start the final descent into the milder shelter offered by the massively tall trees, and Noah finally lets her copper-and-white shadow dart forward away from the shelter of her wing, to investigate every little thing she sees. “Don’t go far,” she cautions, in a whisper that would be laughably inadequate if the filly hadn’t been trained to listen for her mother’s softest voices from the day she was born. She also doesn’t bother to call out for her friends – perhaps Noma’s crashing around will attact them, but she’s willing to bet they already are aware she is here. (And anyway, it's not like her voice carries). They tend to be aware, that way.
@[Wolfbane] @[Lepis]