04-06-2020, 09:29 PM
i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings
and danced the skies on laugh-silvered wings
The sharp snap of giant leather wings unfurling drags Alcinder's attention upwards immediately. He knows that sound. He knows that familiar shadow, the one that can cover such expanses that one can only turn to the sky with a mouth fallen open in awe. It's true that the yearling has grown accustomed to the sight of his father, having only known him as this great and imposing dragon, so there is no fear as the reptile encroaches ─ there is only the pure excitement of a son seeing his father after too much time has slipped away.
Alcinder opens his own wings against the wind of Castile's landing, using the feathered appendages to right his balance when the ground beneath his hooves threatens to crumble away. The painted colt waits until he is sure the earth has ceased its quaking before he pulls his wings back into his body and makes to approach his wyvern father like so many times before.
But then he balks as dragon turns to equine, scales into fur. And for the first time, Alcinder's silver eyes gaze upon his father in his true form.
"Dad," he whispers, his ears pressed forward and eyes wide, with a mouth still ajar despite the lack of words that fall from it. He had known that he carried his father's painted pattern, that his own silver eyes had come from Castile's mismatched ones, but to see him like this (so similar, so familiar, and yet... impossibly, a stranger in this form) draws a warmth through him that he had never experienced before.
Alcinder enthusiastically submits to his father's embrace and presses his nose into the soft two-toned coat, breathing in deep. His throat tightens, having so sorely missed the embrace of a parent over these last few months, and when Castile finally pulls away, the young boy's silvered eyes betray him as tears threaten to fall.
"I missed you, Dad, I─" he laughs, letting happiness overcome anything else he is feeling in this moment, "Can you... can you stay like this? For a while? Or─" he trails off again, half-expecting his father to say that the Fairies will ask him to return to his dragon form too soon.
Alcinder opens his own wings against the wind of Castile's landing, using the feathered appendages to right his balance when the ground beneath his hooves threatens to crumble away. The painted colt waits until he is sure the earth has ceased its quaking before he pulls his wings back into his body and makes to approach his wyvern father like so many times before.
But then he balks as dragon turns to equine, scales into fur. And for the first time, Alcinder's silver eyes gaze upon his father in his true form.
"Dad," he whispers, his ears pressed forward and eyes wide, with a mouth still ajar despite the lack of words that fall from it. He had known that he carried his father's painted pattern, that his own silver eyes had come from Castile's mismatched ones, but to see him like this (so similar, so familiar, and yet... impossibly, a stranger in this form) draws a warmth through him that he had never experienced before.
Alcinder enthusiastically submits to his father's embrace and presses his nose into the soft two-toned coat, breathing in deep. His throat tightens, having so sorely missed the embrace of a parent over these last few months, and when Castile finally pulls away, the young boy's silvered eyes betray him as tears threaten to fall.
"I missed you, Dad, I─" he laughs, letting happiness overcome anything else he is feeling in this moment, "Can you... can you stay like this? For a while? Or─" he trails off again, half-expecting his father to say that the Fairies will ask him to return to his dragon form too soon.
─ @[Castile]
i have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings