Xanthus had felt a little lonely as of late, not having anyone to talk to whilst on his epic adventure. He was happy though, and glad he was able to go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. That was the point of his epic adventure. He had left his herd not long after growing into his wings and reaching adulthood, setting out on this adventure of his. He wanted to explore the world, and find new places, and meet new Soquili. He had left behind his brother and father, as well as his mother who had also left the herd. This was his chance to find himself, and his place in the world.
On this day, he was leisurely winging his way through the clouds, enjoying the warm weather, and giving his wings a good workout. He spent most of his time flying when he was in familiar lands, and he was somewhere near where his old herd used to graze.
The wind had been calm for the most part. The clouds threatened a spring storm, but a sudden hard gust of wind hit Xanthus from the side, sending him to the right, and into a sideways flip. He desperately tried to right himself as he lost altitude, the earth coming at him fast. This wasn't the fist time this had happened to him, so he knew what to do. He folded one wing in and let the other pull him upright again, and then opened the closed one, pushing down hard with both wings. This allowed him to slow his descent and he flapped again, and again to retain flight, and slowly bring himself to the ground.
He decided he'd stick to the ground for a while, until the storm moved on, or he moved out of range of the hard winds.
His mane and tail were in disarray, and a few of his feathers were ruffled, but he was none the worse for wear. He felt accomplished that he had at least prevented himself from a terrible crash. He took the time to groom himself, shaking his head a few times to get his hair the way he liked it, and pulled a couple feathers out where needed.
It was only then that he looked up and noticed his surroundings.
