06-08-2020, 09:59 PM
I watch him as he stands, my blue-grey eyes bright. He is bold - more than just my confidence aiding him - and I smile proudly.
There is a distant quake, and the wind picks up.
I raise my head, breathing deeply. It does not smell like a summer storm. What then, I wonder, glancing back down at Kestrell. Only then do I see the dust, glittering, and the way it seems to be caught up in my newborn’s mane. It reaches me a moment later, intangible, but tasting of magic and the mountain.
Something changes when it brushes past me, a weight settles - or perhaps lifts? - but after a second breath I feel no different at all.
“I did see that,” I tell him with a fond smile, stepping closer to touch where his mane glitters. I bend to catch the black feather before it can drift away, and I tuck it between my own feathers for safekeeping. It will join the others, in the nest I had made for myself. And now for Kestrell.
ooc: lepis is claiming serial immortality
There is a distant quake, and the wind picks up.
I raise my head, breathing deeply. It does not smell like a summer storm. What then, I wonder, glancing back down at Kestrell. Only then do I see the dust, glittering, and the way it seems to be caught up in my newborn’s mane. It reaches me a moment later, intangible, but tasting of magic and the mountain.
Something changes when it brushes past me, a weight settles - or perhaps lifts? - but after a second breath I feel no different at all.
“I did see that,” I tell him with a fond smile, stepping closer to touch where his mane glitters. I bend to catch the black feather before it can drift away, and I tuck it between my own feathers for safekeeping. It will join the others, in the nest I had made for myself. And now for Kestrell.
ooc: lepis is claiming serial immortality