04-24-2020, 08:11 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
"You're the coolest, dad."
Alcinder laughs freely as they take to the skies. The sound echoes over the foothills as they ascend ─ higher and higher, the young boy spins and barrel-rolls playfully by his father's side. He is exuberant to spend this time with Castile, to adventure and explore without fear of being lost or harmed or reprimanded.
His father's promise to keep his exploring secret from Oceane draws laughter from Alcinder's lips again. The yearling boy loves his mother dearly, and misses her with every ounce of him ─ but he already knows how protective she will be upon her return. He will tolerate it, of course, like a good son, but there will come a time that he needs more and more independence, and to know that he has his father on his side fills Alcinder with a new and thrilling sense of camaraderie.
The young boy calls into the wide open sky with his zoolingualism and before long, the father and son pair are joined by a collection of Loessian birds ─ falcons with wide wingspans and small, fluttering larks and vibrantly colored orange-breasted buntings all join together, a massive flock of birds joining Alcinder and Castile in their airborne games.
He dives and climbs with the birds, a wide grin on his face each time his silvered eyes seek out his father in the sky. "Can we go see the ocean?" he calls over the wind to his father, bolstered by the company ─ he had always wanted to fly over the sea, but had never worked up the courage to do it on his own.
Alcinder laughs freely as they take to the skies. The sound echoes over the foothills as they ascend ─ higher and higher, the young boy spins and barrel-rolls playfully by his father's side. He is exuberant to spend this time with Castile, to adventure and explore without fear of being lost or harmed or reprimanded.
His father's promise to keep his exploring secret from Oceane draws laughter from Alcinder's lips again. The yearling boy loves his mother dearly, and misses her with every ounce of him ─ but he already knows how protective she will be upon her return. He will tolerate it, of course, like a good son, but there will come a time that he needs more and more independence, and to know that he has his father on his side fills Alcinder with a new and thrilling sense of camaraderie.
The young boy calls into the wide open sky with his zoolingualism and before long, the father and son pair are joined by a collection of Loessian birds ─ falcons with wide wingspans and small, fluttering larks and vibrantly colored orange-breasted buntings all join together, a massive flock of birds joining Alcinder and Castile in their airborne games.
He dives and climbs with the birds, a wide grin on his face each time his silvered eyes seek out his father in the sky. "Can we go see the ocean?" he calls over the wind to his father, bolstered by the company ─ he had always wanted to fly over the sea, but had never worked up the courage to do it on his own.
─ @[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