06-27-2021, 08:51 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
Like the leaves withering off their stems, Cheri’s lover had faded from the hills of Loess and tumbled on the wind elsewhere. She knew from her trip home that he wasn’t in Taiga, though she’d hunted high and low for any sign of him. Her father had mumbled something to her about his extended absence, increasing the young mare’s concerns over his whereabouts, but she’d been prohibited from continuing the search elsewhere after the “event” (that was what she liked to call the strange, twisted dream of her tentative future.) Then the news from Oceane came, the surprise that she was to ascend her Lady eventually and take up the mantle of Heir to Loess, and for a brief while afterwards Cheri remained within the confines of the lush Kingdom, speaking with her fellow council members and talking over possible ideas.
Certainly, she should be exhausted. But after that night spent traveling through time Cheri had woken and felt better than ever, more renewed and brimming with an inexplicable energy that felt like it had no end. She flew constantly, happier now that she didn’t have to worry about losing her wings and unburdened by the deeper concerns of a possible pregnancy. In fact, she flew better than before. Her corners and dips were tighter, her speed increasing and her longevity too. She found that she could fly farther and faster than ever before, and the unrestrained energy thrumming like a living entity inside of her veins hungered for the exercise.
When at last the plans had settled and her spare time opened itself up again, Cheri made sure she checked in with a fellow friend before leaving the borders of Loess to head for the common lands once more.
Targaryen needed her. She wasn’t sure how she knew, only that she felt a growing urgency to locate him. “He’s probably lying in a heap somewhere, all broken or banged up.” Her concerns flickered to life in Cheri’s thoughts, agitating the green-and-black pegasus mare as she shot through the mid-afternoon sky. It was well below freezing today, hardening the clouds into thick, icy crystals that pricked her skin as she flew through them, but the weather seemed mild in comparison to the temperature. At least the sun was still trying its best to shine beneath heavy cover.
With a flick of one wing she arced gracefully to the side and descended, half-tipped, from the heavens. She circled low above the tangled forest land, searching for a break in the bare-limbed trees above the miles of clustered branches, and finally found a place to hover above before descending as elegantly as possible onto the ground, hind-hooves first. When she thumped her wings gently against her sides to tuck them in, a shiver of ice fell free to sprinkle across the bare ground. Cheri caught her breath and looked around, marveling at the sight of a lightning-scarred tree trunk near to her. That must’ve been the reason this spot remained clear where the rest of the woods was still damn-near impregnable.
And then her gaze lowered, drawn to something nestled near the dead roots.
It was a large, irregular shape. A … something. She couldn’t immediately discern what it was and so she stepped carefully toward it, her expression curious and sharp. Tangled among the rock formations growing out of her skull, Cheri’s glossy green forelock tumbled down the slope of her cheek and she blinked, her vision obscured for only a moment, but the moment was more than enough for whatever it was to slither out of sight. Now, feeling a sense of dread thrumming like anxiety in her chest, Cheri stopped at a dead halt. “One of these days,” She thought to herself, “That curiosity of yours is going to get you killed.”
Certainly, she should be exhausted. But after that night spent traveling through time Cheri had woken and felt better than ever, more renewed and brimming with an inexplicable energy that felt like it had no end. She flew constantly, happier now that she didn’t have to worry about losing her wings and unburdened by the deeper concerns of a possible pregnancy. In fact, she flew better than before. Her corners and dips were tighter, her speed increasing and her longevity too. She found that she could fly farther and faster than ever before, and the unrestrained energy thrumming like a living entity inside of her veins hungered for the exercise.
When at last the plans had settled and her spare time opened itself up again, Cheri made sure she checked in with a fellow friend before leaving the borders of Loess to head for the common lands once more.
Targaryen needed her. She wasn’t sure how she knew, only that she felt a growing urgency to locate him. “He’s probably lying in a heap somewhere, all broken or banged up.” Her concerns flickered to life in Cheri’s thoughts, agitating the green-and-black pegasus mare as she shot through the mid-afternoon sky. It was well below freezing today, hardening the clouds into thick, icy crystals that pricked her skin as she flew through them, but the weather seemed mild in comparison to the temperature. At least the sun was still trying its best to shine beneath heavy cover.
With a flick of one wing she arced gracefully to the side and descended, half-tipped, from the heavens. She circled low above the tangled forest land, searching for a break in the bare-limbed trees above the miles of clustered branches, and finally found a place to hover above before descending as elegantly as possible onto the ground, hind-hooves first. When she thumped her wings gently against her sides to tuck them in, a shiver of ice fell free to sprinkle across the bare ground. Cheri caught her breath and looked around, marveling at the sight of a lightning-scarred tree trunk near to her. That must’ve been the reason this spot remained clear where the rest of the woods was still damn-near impregnable.
And then her gaze lowered, drawn to something nestled near the dead roots.
It was a large, irregular shape. A … something. She couldn’t immediately discern what it was and so she stepped carefully toward it, her expression curious and sharp. Tangled among the rock formations growing out of her skull, Cheri’s glossy green forelock tumbled down the slope of her cheek and she blinked, her vision obscured for only a moment, but the moment was more than enough for whatever it was to slither out of sight. Now, feeling a sense of dread thrumming like anxiety in her chest, Cheri stopped at a dead halt. “One of these days,” She thought to herself, “That curiosity of yours is going to get you killed.”
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