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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 7:31 pm
Balrog cast a quick glance backwards to make sure once again that she could confidently take to the skies, and then began beating his wings as she did, allowing her to follow him. He didn't slow his pace as she caught up with him, if anything, he flew a little faster, silently giving her a bit of a challenge.
He cast a glance to her at her question, speaking up to let his voice be herd. "Your mother has been well! No doubt she will be happy to see you once more."
He angled his flight, taking them in a little round about towards the grazing grounds, closer to the clawing mountains, giving her a truly spactacular view of their herdgrounds from far above.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 12:47 am
Her gaze locked onto her grandfather's form as his tempo increased. However it was Balrog's words that caused the mare to briefly lose the speed that she had gained. Her mind was a maelstrom of thought. Then Stormfall's sense of elation rose as she contemplated everything. So it was possible that her mother wouldn't be too upset to see her again. The mare chuckled softly to herself because it wouldn't only be her mother she'd be meeting again but also her brother. Gazing at the ground below from above Stormfall began to appreciate the valley in which she had left a long time ago. The mountains effectively sheltered the Thunderbird Herd from any outside influence.
That last thought though made Stormfall pause. "Balrog. My companions. If they are in the valley will anyone try to harm them?"
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 10:19 am
As Balrog took her over the scenic outlooks of their herdlands, his speed decreased, letting her catch up once again and appreciate the view.
Finally, he stopped beating his wings, stretching the wingtips outwards, and sailing leisurely on the warm updrafts that he knew as well as any ground soquili knew the paths through the woods in their territories.
He glanced backwards to his granddaughter, remembering the strange... eye-creatures that had accompanied her. "What.. are those creatures?" He asked with a small note of concern. He hadn't mentioned them earlier. They were strange, unlike any creature he had seen before. "Will they cause harm to any of our herd?"
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:26 am
Stormfall caught up to Balrog just in time to catch his questions. She locked her wings straight out to catch the updrafts and give herself a brief respite before thinking back on the matter. Fantome had never fully explained her companions to her but most of the time she hadn't been able to ask about them. A moment of hesitation passed before Stormfall began speaking.
"I never was able to ask my father about these creatures. I think of my companions as scouts. They'll travel ahead and eventually return to me. Then they show me what they've seen and it's like I've seen it for myself. I don't quite understand how that process works. As for bringing harm to the herd - I truly believe that they wouldn't hurt anyone directly. However if they show themselves to others it might be enough to startle someone into having a minor accident."
The mare let the last sentence hang in the air before beating her wings again. She hadn't flown this much before and she was starting to feel the strain in keeping her body aloft.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 6:49 pm
Balrog's eyes hung on Stormfall as she spoke, an ear nocked backwards. He was suspicious of new things, things he didn't understand. But they were winged creatures - they were hardly anything but wings. Perhaps they were other blessings from the spirits, much the same as the new addition to their herd that Balrog did not hesitate to call his son, despite the questioning murmurs of a few other soquili in the herd.
Finally, resolutely, he nodded in approval. "Then they will find a place here. I suppose they are spirits of the wind, much like we are."
Finally, the winds brought them around the edge of the mountains, the ground below them fallin away to reveal the fertile valley - verdant and green with the succulent grasses, and split down the middle with a mountain runoff river that coursed its way towards the great dropoff - the waterfall at the edge of their territory.
"And here we are. The Alpine Valley, and our herdlands. Welcome home, Stormfall."
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