[PRP] Weary traveller [Ahote & Isle de Suelo]

[The Dawn of Twilight]

Ahote soared peacefully on a strong northern wind, gliding gracefully on the steady currents. He had traveled many miles since dawn, and even his considerable endurance was beginning to wane.

Ever on the move, he did not linger long in any one location. Aside from his occasional visits to an abnormally harmonious glade that always managed to fill him with blissful calm and restore his dwindling spirits, he avoided repeat visits.
Eventually, he would run out of land... perhaps then he would ride the ocean tempests, and travel to the island nations he had heard tell of.

As night fell, the winds died down, and flying became more taxing.

With a reluctant exhale, he began scanning the ground below for a suitable landing spot.

Rest... peace. That was what he needed.
 

[Nephelae]

Eyes half-lidded, the stallion sprawled beneath the shade of a tree in full splendor, quit content to rest. The generous foliage provided ample shelter; he had not moved in quite some time.

It was not like him to be so passive, but... he had ventured off at a gallop yesterday, and barely stopped until there was no light left to see.

Drifting in that half-conscious state between daydreams and sleep, he stirred lazily.

It was getting cold; night was near.

Mm... should probably... move... Shade, while pleasant in the day's sweltering heat, was not so grand on a cool Summer night.

... maybe later.
 

[The Dawn of Twilight]

A gentle sound of quiet approval escaped his half-parted lips as the peaceful meadow scene came into his line of vision. Though he was not one for un-needed noise, the quaint landscape was enough to elicit at least that sound from his stoic visage.

He was not often in the company of others. He saw no need to pander to mare's seemingly endless need to be complimented, and so the more forward of the bunch wandered off after a moment or two. He did not find the company of other males pleasing, for too often were they naught but raunchy fools.
There were a rare few, capable of intelligent conversation and philosophical debate, with whom he could spend hours without a pause... but even they moved on in time.

A constant traveler, lacking a constant companion, had little use for sound.

Angling his wings downward, he glided gently towards a lone tree.

Rest...
 

[Nephelae]

The sound of feathers passing through air interrupted his reverie. It was faint, but...

With a gentle snort, he heaved himself upright, ears perked as he poked his head out from beneath the tree and peered upwards.

Oh! A dazzling grin broke across his features as his gaze met the approaching... stallion? Yes, something that large had to be male... Company!

With a shrill whinny, he galloped forwards, all thoughts of his impending nap forgotten.

 

[The Dawn of Twilight]

Luminous eyes widening in surprise, he jerked back violently to avoid a head-on collision.

Coming to a rather abrupt halt, he winced as his right wing spasmed in protest. He watched the rather over-exuberant stallion approach with long-suffering patience, tenderly flexing his twinging wing in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort.

With solemn diligence, he yielded to the impending sprightly encounter... he would be unable to fly comfortably for some time, without risk of injury. Departing at this point- when his fellow stallion (if a male could be dignified with such a denomination when he acted like a colt... but it was best not to make snap judgements) seemed so pleased to meet him... would be the utmost of impudence.

Carefully picking his memories, he wondered if they had met before... but no, he would remember such a one.