04-03-2018, 12:08 PM
Belgaer
On the edge of the island the world felt peaceful. Parrots chattered overhead at the waves crashed against the shore in it’s never cycle of the tide. Still, as he furthered his trek, an unease settled itself upon him. It wasn’t until he realized that he was nearing his mother’s hideaway that he realized he hadn’t yet visited her. He’d been so caught up in the new developments of his own life that he’d neglected the woman who’d invested more into him than any other. Usually he wasn’t quite so careless as he’d become, and he hoped that he hadn’t hurt her feelings too badly. In anticipation of seeing Galilee, his pace quickened, and he pinned his wings close against his side to help him maneuver quickly around the dunes. He pricked his ears in search of the familiar sounds of his dam. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, and his steps faltered and faded. A tickle of fear crawled down the nape of his neck and his muscles tensed in reply. Something was wrong. It was in the air and worry overwhelmed him.
In the length of an exhale, Belgaer rocketed himself towards the sky, his wings kicking up sand and debris as they carried his speckled body towards the sky. Galilee wasn’t in her usual spot and he worried that something might have happened to take her away from them. As the breeze enveloped him he realized it was completely void of her usual perfume. The familiar comfort only a mother could provide to her children.
Pushing himself forward he searched from above for any sign of her familiar appaloosa figure. If he couldn’t find her, he knew his father would be desperately worried as well and, just as he thought of the big bay stud, his scent greeted him like a whisper. Tracing the musky cologne of his father, Belgaer moved with a new purpose towards the other side of Ischia. It wasn’t often that Galilee decided to travel outside of her realm of comfort but, he knew, if she had she would be with the stallion she loved.
Hovering over the beach his eyes caught sight of two figures looming over another, much smaller. It was hard to mistake them, the two bays with one blanketed in white, blue and purple. His parents. Relieved, he wasted no time in joining them. Approaching carefully, he noted the tiny foal nestled at his mother’s feet. Another appaloosa – and a girl. Just as she’d suspected. He smiled despite himself. Tucking his wings so not to frighten the newborn he leaned closer and was pleased to see that he would have yet another companion in the skies. He bristled with anticipation at the thought of witnessing her first flight. Wings were tricky to master, but Belgaer was confident that she would take to it just as he had.
He turned his attention to his mother and gently nuzzled her shoulder. ”Are you alright?” He spoke not of the worry that she’d inflicted upon him knowing that she meant no harm in her wanderings. She had every right to explore the island and he hoped that this was a sign that she would soon be joining them alongside the other occupants. Stealing a glance at his father he noted the sparkle of pride in the stallion’s honey colored eyes. The warrior was a gentle giant, especially when it came to his children.
The little filly stirred slightly at their feet, her tiny eyes moving furiously behind her closed lids. He’d only just missed the birth and he was honored to be one of the first faces she would see. Belgaer smiled down at her, ”Hello there little one,” he greeted in a low voice. ”I’m your big brother, Belgaer. Welcome to the world.”
Sudden emotion grabbed at his throat. It never ceased to amaze him, the strength of his mother and her love that surpassed even the pain of childbirth. He was young yet, but seeing his sister, so new and fragile, only reminded him of his desire to father children of his own one day. Briefly, his mind drifted towards a certain black mare he’d began growing closer to and his cheeks flushed.
”What are we to call her?” He asked to distract himself from the red hot of his hide.
In the length of an exhale, Belgaer rocketed himself towards the sky, his wings kicking up sand and debris as they carried his speckled body towards the sky. Galilee wasn’t in her usual spot and he worried that something might have happened to take her away from them. As the breeze enveloped him he realized it was completely void of her usual perfume. The familiar comfort only a mother could provide to her children.
Pushing himself forward he searched from above for any sign of her familiar appaloosa figure. If he couldn’t find her, he knew his father would be desperately worried as well and, just as he thought of the big bay stud, his scent greeted him like a whisper. Tracing the musky cologne of his father, Belgaer moved with a new purpose towards the other side of Ischia. It wasn’t often that Galilee decided to travel outside of her realm of comfort but, he knew, if she had she would be with the stallion she loved.
Hovering over the beach his eyes caught sight of two figures looming over another, much smaller. It was hard to mistake them, the two bays with one blanketed in white, blue and purple. His parents. Relieved, he wasted no time in joining them. Approaching carefully, he noted the tiny foal nestled at his mother’s feet. Another appaloosa – and a girl. Just as she’d suspected. He smiled despite himself. Tucking his wings so not to frighten the newborn he leaned closer and was pleased to see that he would have yet another companion in the skies. He bristled with anticipation at the thought of witnessing her first flight. Wings were tricky to master, but Belgaer was confident that she would take to it just as he had.
He turned his attention to his mother and gently nuzzled her shoulder. ”Are you alright?” He spoke not of the worry that she’d inflicted upon him knowing that she meant no harm in her wanderings. She had every right to explore the island and he hoped that this was a sign that she would soon be joining them alongside the other occupants. Stealing a glance at his father he noted the sparkle of pride in the stallion’s honey colored eyes. The warrior was a gentle giant, especially when it came to his children.
The little filly stirred slightly at their feet, her tiny eyes moving furiously behind her closed lids. He’d only just missed the birth and he was honored to be one of the first faces she would see. Belgaer smiled down at her, ”Hello there little one,” he greeted in a low voice. ”I’m your big brother, Belgaer. Welcome to the world.”
Sudden emotion grabbed at his throat. It never ceased to amaze him, the strength of his mother and her love that surpassed even the pain of childbirth. He was young yet, but seeing his sister, so new and fragile, only reminded him of his desire to father children of his own one day. Briefly, his mind drifted towards a certain black mare he’d began growing closer to and his cheeks flushed.
”What are we to call her?” He asked to distract himself from the red hot of his hide.
The Prodigal Son
@[Sid] and @[Brennen] more is headed your way.