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 Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2016 12:44 am
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Tyrian frowned as he surveyed his surroundings, wrinkling his nose as he took in all the new smells, sights and sounds. He wasn't so sure this move was such a good idea, but Mother was right -- the flock couldn't continue using their current migration routes. Food was becoming scarce, and with the new fledglings just hatched, they had many more mouths to feed. Perhaps this new land had more to offer -- maybe even a place they could settle down in permanently. Wouldn't that be nice? But -- unlikely. He sighed, pawing at the ground, feeling the unfamiliar soil beneath his feet and wondered what new dangers this place could hold. They would have to adapt, but they were good at that by now.
They were good at surviving.
The sound of flapping wings signaled the end of Tyrian's solitude, and he winced, realizing that he'd lost track of time. The flock was probably ready to move again, and he'd kept them waiting. Reluctantly, he turned to face the new arrival and hoped his smile was enough of an apology. He bowed his head in greeting.
"Hello, Mother." |
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2016 12:59 am
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Syntyche ruffled her wings before she folded them to her sides, an exasperated sigh escaping her mouth, but she tried not to let herself be too annoyed. She knew her son was anxious about the move, even if he understood why it had to be done. "The fledglings miss you when you stay out so long like this," she commented with a small smile. "They were all full of energy when they finished eating and began running about, chirping your name, wanting to play."
She looked out in the distance where her adopted son's gaze had just been. He'd come such a long way since she found his abandoned basket and decided to raise him herself. It had been difficult at first -- not everyone was very accepting of the soquili becoming a part of their flock. Tyrian grew into his own, though. He didn't look like them, but he was like them in spirit, and that's where it mattered. Syntyche made sure the stallion knew that. As much as she made it clear that Tyrian was to be a member of her flock under her commands, it was Tyrian who earned the respect of the flock on his own. It helped that he was so good with the fledglings, too -- he was gentle and patient with them, and quick to defend them, too. Ever since he took on the role of a nursemaid, they hadn't lost any eggs or fledglings to predators.
She couldn't help puffing up her feathers in pride. |
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