[PRP] Flirts in the Fields (Herod & Loki)

[xo maho]

This is a private roleplay between Herod (Mahogany Sunset) and Loki (AislingJuno).

 

[xo maho]

Herod flitted above the long, golden grass of the great plains that covered as much of the Kawani Lands as he had ever seen, looking for wildflowers. Their nectar was a good part of his diet, and that was something he was proud of - he had flutter heritage, pure flutter heritage, and he could drink as much of the lovely, sweet stuff as he wanted. All it took was a bit of concentration and he could have it; he could even slather himself in it in his small form if he wanted, but he didn't like getting his coat sticky. Besides, he got enough pollen on his coat and armor as it was without the added help of sticky nectar.

The next flowers he saw were a bunch of tiny, pink, star-shaped blooms that were only barely big enough to drink from, and he sipped greedily, transferring pollen to each one; it was his duty as a flutter, after all, and the price of the sweet syrup. After he had had his fill, Herod moved a little ways away and transformed into his full form, stretching and blowing the leftover pollen from his coat where he could. It had been a long morning, hunting down flowers to feed on; spring was only just beginning, and though the sun was warm on his translucent wings, the air was cold. Herod shook out his mane. The jeweled settings on his headdress-helm clinked jubilantly together, winking in the light of the noon sun. After a moment, he headed for a watering hole that he knew to be nearby. Nectar was lovely, but after a while, the sugary sweetness of it began to grow stale on his tongue, and it needed to be washed away.

The watering hole gleamed beneath the clean blue of the sky, its depths clear. The bottom was rocky with a thin film of silt, and he could see all the tiny creatures in it that made its ecosystem work. Leaning his head down to take a sip, Herod looked around, wondering if anyone would join him. This was a popular spot for many; they could see for miles around, take off at a moment's notice. It was one of this own favorites, especially when the sky was this clear. Spring had come to chase the grey winter clouds away, and for once, Herod let himself sigh in contentment. It was very rarely that he let himself stop and appreciate the beauty of the world, but the spirits were beginning to work their magic and turn the land back from a dead gray wasteland and into something green and living and glorious again. Even better was the fact that soon, temperatures would rise again, and Herod would be able to float on all the warm updrafts he wanted (and, maybe, dare a summer storm at last).

AislingJuno