Night had fallen long ago, no longer comforting like twilight, but true night. It was cloudless, and a chill was in the air...but for the mare riding the winds, it was merely part of the package she reveled in. Truly, it was part of being free, and she would not waste a moment. Her eyes gazed upon the world below as her wings carried her passed it. Much as she loved the night, she knew she would have to rest soon. Besides, she was a beckon in the sky, for the moon was bright, and her body was akin to a rising harvest moon.
Even freedom could not make her any less wary. True, she would be safe from those rare skinwalkers, but there were fiends that could fly as well. Much to how she was positive she could care for herself if threatened, she did not want to chance her luck.
With a proud flick of her head that sent her feather fluttering, she trimmed her wings to descend, aiming for the edge of the river, bordered by the forest. Her descent was quick until she reached the treeline, where she flung her wings out to slow dramatically. Giving a few good strokes of her wings through the air, she landed lightly enough, trotting quickly as she touched down but slowing to a walk several paces later.
Flicking her ears to catch the settling sounds of the forest, Aleera raised her head to gaze at the silvery moon. It was a pleasant, if chilled night. One that made it feel good to stretch ones wings. For a moment, she pitied the 'walkers and the groundeds, for they would never know the delights of flight. Contemplative, she trod over to the river's edge, bowing her head to drink.