08-03-2021, 12:11 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
It’s their time now.
Their generation - hers and Reave’s, Aela and Obscene’s. Their parents did what they could, their mentors saw the diamonds in the rough, and their allies came in time through friendships or deadly interests. Now the changing of the torch is on the horizon, and soon she will take up a mantle passed down to her through generations. Cheri had thought long and hard about what she would do when that day came.
She flew like a spear of pure wind from Loess, thrust with incredible speed and accuracy now that her ability to amplify the winds had revealed itself to her. Cheri felt a sense of elation and freedom unlike any other when she was alone in the sky, able to play with her weather manipulation while she thought about the odd impossibilities of time and how she’d come to travel through it before. Further down her list of designs she’d noted: travel through time again. It was last on the list, an uncertain possibility. Maybe it had happened just once and never again.
Or maybe she just hadn’t pushed herself hard enough.
Either way she focused on the task at hand instead, flying through a low-hanging cluster of icy drafts that had Nerine appearing on the distant horizon once she’d passed the range of low-growing mountains that separated the northern, windswept plains from their southern herd - her homeland, Taiga.
“I’ll miss you too.” Her father’s voice rang bright and clear in her head, followed by a twinge of guilt as the green-winged pegasus passed over the impossibly high redwoods. Later, She told herself.
It was on the high crevice of the dividing mountain range that she came to land and rest. Still, even in the dead heat of a fine summer season, Nerine’s peaks had a bitter chill to them. Cheri pulled her wings around her and tried not to be annoyed by how the ever-familiar glow of their light dimmed out to reveal plain, similarly-colored green wings of substantial feathers. She assumed that her blessed wings had reached their final form, that finally she’d accomplished enough good deeds to make them as permanent as any other fixture on her divine form.
But it unnerved her how they only seemed to glow when she was in flight. She missed their comforting light, but settled for the dimmer glow of her markings in their absence. Cheri could make do.
She was looking for signs of Reave up here, either him or his companion. (One always seemed to lead to the other.) Her business was in passing, mostly. Eventually she would take her concerns farther north to her uncle, but it seemed only right that she stop here first to … warn? Inform? Her other relatives. Chilled, the heir to the southern throne stomped eagerly at the frostbitten ground to warm herself and wait.
Their generation - hers and Reave’s, Aela and Obscene’s. Their parents did what they could, their mentors saw the diamonds in the rough, and their allies came in time through friendships or deadly interests. Now the changing of the torch is on the horizon, and soon she will take up a mantle passed down to her through generations. Cheri had thought long and hard about what she would do when that day came.
She flew like a spear of pure wind from Loess, thrust with incredible speed and accuracy now that her ability to amplify the winds had revealed itself to her. Cheri felt a sense of elation and freedom unlike any other when she was alone in the sky, able to play with her weather manipulation while she thought about the odd impossibilities of time and how she’d come to travel through it before. Further down her list of designs she’d noted: travel through time again. It was last on the list, an uncertain possibility. Maybe it had happened just once and never again.
Or maybe she just hadn’t pushed herself hard enough.
Either way she focused on the task at hand instead, flying through a low-hanging cluster of icy drafts that had Nerine appearing on the distant horizon once she’d passed the range of low-growing mountains that separated the northern, windswept plains from their southern herd - her homeland, Taiga.
“I’ll miss you too.” Her father’s voice rang bright and clear in her head, followed by a twinge of guilt as the green-winged pegasus passed over the impossibly high redwoods. Later, She told herself.
It was on the high crevice of the dividing mountain range that she came to land and rest. Still, even in the dead heat of a fine summer season, Nerine’s peaks had a bitter chill to them. Cheri pulled her wings around her and tried not to be annoyed by how the ever-familiar glow of their light dimmed out to reveal plain, similarly-colored green wings of substantial feathers. She assumed that her blessed wings had reached their final form, that finally she’d accomplished enough good deeds to make them as permanent as any other fixture on her divine form.
But it unnerved her how they only seemed to glow when she was in flight. She missed their comforting light, but settled for the dimmer glow of her markings in their absence. Cheri could make do.
She was looking for signs of Reave up here, either him or his companion. (One always seemed to lead to the other.) Her business was in passing, mostly. Eventually she would take her concerns farther north to her uncle, but it seemed only right that she stop here first to … warn? Inform? Her other relatives. Chilled, the heir to the southern throne stomped eagerly at the frostbitten ground to warm herself and wait.
@Reave