01-19-2021, 09:21 PM
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Targaryen feels tethered to the ground with the darkness blurring the familiar landmarks of the world from above. He was finally starting to feel accomplished at flying when the sun and moon had collided. After his crash landing in front of Catryn, the boy — although he resembles more of a man than a boy at this point — had started practicing with greater dedication. The golden eagle, who calls himself Jedar, had given him tips for catching the thermals. Jedar had even taught the tobiano how to land in a tree, although Targaryen refuses to discuss a retry with his feathered companion.
And while he had resented the bird at first — seeing him as over-glorified protection from his mother and her springtime gifts — Targaryen has found himself appreciating Jedar and their growing friendship.
Despite the distractions he finds in practicing flying and the sudden darkness, Targaryen’s mind consistently turns back toward Cheri. She had told him where he could find her, but the autumn had turned to winter, melted into spring, and he still hasn’t visited the redwoods. He is still marked in traditional ivory, but the color that wraps around the tobiano markings has changed from deep chestnut to pale green, just as the seasons have changed.
He tells himself he would have visited Taiga sooner if it weren’t for the darkness keeping him grounded. It would be much easier to fly, and he would have gotten there faster. As Targaryen walks, Jedar preens his feathers from atop the boy’s withers. The bird moves gently with the motion of each step, keeping his balance as if he were on a tree branch caught in the wind. Targaryen’s mind twists from one thought to the next, but when he finds himself at Taiga’s shadowy border, he fixates on Cheri.
Soft brown eyes searching the darkness, he wonders if she is still here after a full season has passed.
And while he had resented the bird at first — seeing him as over-glorified protection from his mother and her springtime gifts — Targaryen has found himself appreciating Jedar and their growing friendship.
Despite the distractions he finds in practicing flying and the sudden darkness, Targaryen’s mind consistently turns back toward Cheri. She had told him where he could find her, but the autumn had turned to winter, melted into spring, and he still hasn’t visited the redwoods. He is still marked in traditional ivory, but the color that wraps around the tobiano markings has changed from deep chestnut to pale green, just as the seasons have changed.
He tells himself he would have visited Taiga sooner if it weren’t for the darkness keeping him grounded. It would be much easier to fly, and he would have gotten there faster. As Targaryen walks, Jedar preens his feathers from atop the boy’s withers. The bird moves gently with the motion of each step, keeping his balance as if he were on a tree branch caught in the wind. Targaryen’s mind twists from one thought to the next, but when he finds himself at Taiga’s shadowy border, he fixates on Cheri.
Soft brown eyes searching the darkness, he wonders if she is still here after a full season has passed.
@[Cheri] + anyone who would like to join!