you've been talking with your fists | oceane

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   The winds are not in his favor. This is a good thing, Gale decides. A flight around the northern point of Tephra will be dangerous, but it will also give him the shortest journey to the heartland of Beqanna. If he wants to reach Loess before dark, it’s a risk he must take. Some time later, he lands on a beach. This is the no man’s land between Tephra and Taiga, a line of forest that he travels down until the tropical trees to his right are replaced by Sylvan orange. These are Southern lands, he knows, and he breathes a faint sigh. He feels a twinge of trepidation when the land begins to rise beneath his hooves. Some time ago, the scent of ash had reached his blue nostrils. With it was the smell of rain, a spring afternoon thunderstorm that has done its part to aid in the regrowth of the kingdom. This is a kingdom of bare stone and rock, and as he looks down at it from the first crest high enough, Gale finds that the destruction is not so terrible as he had thought. It is not relief he feels, but something like it. The pegasus pulls his snow white wings more tightly against his sides (and the coming night chill), and waits for the distant aerial speck that he suspects to be a sentry to spot him standing politely at the edge of their kingdom. @[Oceane]