[private] ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean

[Pteron]

finger trips across my cheek----------------
----------------kiss me until i can't speak

Ahead of him the valley falls away into forest, then rises again to the first of Hyaline’s real mountains. The tops of them, blurred by distance, are already white with snow. A cold wind lifts the stallion’s blue mane with a promise of snow here as well. He shivers and pulls his wings tighter to his body, an unconscious attempt to further warm himself. The motion causes the still-healing right wing to pinch, and Pteron hisses sharply. The sound is exhaled along with a cloud of breath into the crisp autumn air. He had managed to not jostle it during his journey south from Taiga earlier in the day, but he grows tired as evening creeps nearer and had forgotten to be careful.

His broken wing will heal, but he has never broken it quite this badly before, and it seems that even with the aid of regenerative magic, some things take time. Unable to fly, the tobiano had been forced to depart the northern woods on foot. He had not expected each step to shake away a little bit of weight, and yet even with the ache in his wing, Pteron feels as light as one of his own feathers as he looks north into Hyaline. He is not quite happy, not yet, but he is far closer to it than he has been in years. Pteron smiles, and steps down into the valley.

Aegean is ahead of him somewhere, and Pteron is determined to find him.

Exactly what will happen after that he is not certain, but for once it does not matter. There’s no need to plan for anything beyond that. Pteron tosses his blue forelock behind one dun ear and continues down the slope, a faint smile on his face as he goes.

@[aegean]

-- pteron --