Vohamanah landed, flapping his wings gently to his side. His peach and gold wings, ever so translucent allowing his deep purple pelt to show through. He walked up to a stream. He had been flying for a while. With the coming of spring, he was only just noticing that flying so much as the season progressed it got increasingly hot. AND THIRSTY!
He bent down to drink from the river. He didn't mind the longer of his golden tresses to get a little wet. It was refreshing to feel them smack against his shoulders when he ran around. He was having quite the good time, but then again, he was always having a good time. Vohamanah... Mr. Good time.. that was him... Positive Thinking and Good Times were all what he was about.
Then, as he lifted his head to look at the setting sun. He thought he saw a comet or somthing go by. What was it? Like.. a shooting star.. only... not in teh sky... Curious...
