11-08-2019, 09:09 PM
Sunshine every day of the year sounds like paradise.
Winter has reached the rest of Beqanna. Yet they stand here in weather just cool enough to make sunbathing an appealing but unnecessary thing. There is no snow, just a few distant clouds on the horizon that promise a brief afternoon shower. It is easy to forget about any worries when the most vital decision the blue colt has to make is if he wants papaya or jackfruit for dinner. Lately even that hasn’t been a choice – he’s been too gorged on the seagrass that grows thick and green with the season’s frequent showers to even think about dinner. Just enough horses that he might socialize if he needs to (which is rarely, with days like this one an infrequent exception).
The long beaches are perfect for take off and landing, and Blue has been growing rather adept at flight. A bit of a daredevil too, it might be said. It is difficult for him to be overly cautious, knowing as he does that any injury will heal by the time he pulls himself to his feet (or to the surface of the water). The long feathers of his wings shiver at the unconscious memory of breaking bone, but he nods agreeably at the idea that this place is one to forget all worries.
He’s never been happier.
Divest tells him that she was born here, and the bright-eyed brindle smiles softly at the confirmation of his suspicion. He had also never left his birthland: exploring was well and good but the hills with his family was home. Hadn’t he? But then…what is dong here? How did he get to the Field?
“I think so.” He tells her with a frown. “But most of my memory is a blur before meeting Ruinam in the Field.” The way he says it is matter of fact, something he has come to terms with. And he has for the most part. “It’s coming back a little at a time.” It is something of a heavy admission, and Blue turns back from where his gaze has drifted toward the mainland. Give it time, he reminds himself, and time seems to be in abundance here in Paradise.
@[Divest]
Winter has reached the rest of Beqanna. Yet they stand here in weather just cool enough to make sunbathing an appealing but unnecessary thing. There is no snow, just a few distant clouds on the horizon that promise a brief afternoon shower. It is easy to forget about any worries when the most vital decision the blue colt has to make is if he wants papaya or jackfruit for dinner. Lately even that hasn’t been a choice – he’s been too gorged on the seagrass that grows thick and green with the season’s frequent showers to even think about dinner. Just enough horses that he might socialize if he needs to (which is rarely, with days like this one an infrequent exception).
The long beaches are perfect for take off and landing, and Blue has been growing rather adept at flight. A bit of a daredevil too, it might be said. It is difficult for him to be overly cautious, knowing as he does that any injury will heal by the time he pulls himself to his feet (or to the surface of the water). The long feathers of his wings shiver at the unconscious memory of breaking bone, but he nods agreeably at the idea that this place is one to forget all worries.
He’s never been happier.
Divest tells him that she was born here, and the bright-eyed brindle smiles softly at the confirmation of his suspicion. He had also never left his birthland: exploring was well and good but the hills with his family was home. Hadn’t he? But then…what is dong here? How did he get to the Field?
“I think so.” He tells her with a frown. “But most of my memory is a blur before meeting Ruinam in the Field.” The way he says it is matter of fact, something he has come to terms with. And he has for the most part. “It’s coming back a little at a time.” It is something of a heavy admission, and Blue turns back from where his gaze has drifted toward the mainland. Give it time, he reminds himself, and time seems to be in abundance here in Paradise.
@[Divest]