[PRP] Cloudy Days (Lux and Kahana Kei)

[Shikon Miko]

A slow breeze flew over the valley, the only sounds being the wind blowing by her ears and the trees and grass rustling when said wind finally touched them. Grey eyes stared up at the expanse of blue above her. “Clouds are so strange looking,” Lux whispered to the ever silent valley, “in such strange shapes that some say look like trees or like the two-leggers.”

She never saw these shapes and in order to try to find them she had to turn her head and neck into weird positions, and never did the clouds appear as others said they did. And what were they even made of? Something soft? Something warm? What if they were cold, and made of ice? But wouldn’t they be falling to the ground if they were made of ice or snow? Once she had gotten almost close enough to touch them, and it was only by some small miracle that she had been able to get up that far.

Perhaps today was the day, the day that a perfect flight would take place. The day when her wings would do what they were meant for and she would be able to get as far up into the sky as she wanted and finally touch the clouds! Perhaps land one and claim it as her own personal sanctuary. The thoughts of having her own cloud runway that all she would do is run in the sky came to mind and she couldn’t help the grin that found it way onto her face.

With a twitch of her wings she tensed her muscles before breaking into a speedy gallop through the deserted valley, all the while her face turned to the sky searching for the perfect fluffy cloud to which she could fly up to in a most perfect manner and touch for the first time in her existence.  

[Hyperthymesia]

It was a lovely day. Shining blue sky, fluffy clouds, rustling grass... he was sure of it! Absolutely lovely. He just... couldn't see it.

The scarlet cloth, wrapped once around his neck, fell across his eyes in a stubborn manner. Kahana Kei stood for a moment, his ears pinned at the wind which so playfully tossed his scarf to and fro. The stallion tossed his head, sending his scarf fluttering casually back to the appropriate position.

Crimson eyes darted about. Blue, fluffy, rustle. A dazzling grin broke across his face. A lovely day indeed!

He started off at a spirited trot, exuberance lending a bounce to his step. Cloven hooves touched the ground lightly, his quick cadence causing him to appear almost to float across the ground.

The scarf had been a gift from a kindly two-legged, and he could never bring himself to part with it... despite his occasional disgruntled antics. It was a cherished treasure, something meant to keep him warm- something to show that the other cared. He would never squander such an honor.

He glanced upwards. "Carrot!" he pronounced happily, eying a lumpy white cloud with a slightly elongated shape. To the keen observer, there was no carrot in sight... but to the bouncing stallion, it looked like a carrot. There was no secret to it; all the game of association required was a little imagination and a brief glimpse out of the corner of one's eye. He knew it was a cloud, and he respected it's cloudliness, but if he didn't call it a carrot... why, there would be no game!

Where would the fun be in that?
 

[Shikon Miko]

Gray eyes darted over the many clouds in the sky, searching for the cloud she could call her own. They all appeared to be small and clumped together. No good for a runway. Finally she saw it. Her eyebrows lifted in wonder at what was just above her. The cloud.

Excited, she shook her head and her pace started to pick up. Her body pushed against the wind, and she curled her wings in close behind her. She then slowly started to put her wings out, the feathers moving with the wind blowing against them. She gave a test flap and felt her front hooves leave the earth before coming back down, still at a run.

Glancing from the cloud to the space in front of her, she could see the still distant tree line. Giving a brief nod at her observation she opened up her wings even more and gave another flap. She could feel the strain of her muscles in the wings and knew that it had to be working and her front hooves left the earth again for mere moments.

A gust began and she pushed off from the ground and her wings gave another flap to her wings and all hooves left the ground. It was so exhilarating.  

[Hyperthymesia]

Kahana Kei continued to stare at the sky, a smile teasing his lips as he watched the carrot-shaped cloud move across the sky.

Days such as these were so easy to enjoy. Though other Soquili may be lost in their own thoughts, so busy with their calculations and trepidations, Kahana Kei was one to appreciate the beautiful day without sullying it with his own misgivings.
This was a day that hopes and dreams could sore, in which to soak up the sun while enjoying the moments of shade offered by the fluffy clouds. Though rainy days were required for the grasses to bloom and the trees to flourish, he found that he enjoyed the aftermath of a storm much more than the storm itself. The crashing of thunder amidst rainclouds always startled him, and he did not like sudden such jolts of adrenaline. The steady stream of good feelings provided by lovely days such as this one was much preferable to any negative emotion.

A flash of red caught his attention, soaring into the sky like a... well, like a winged Soquili. His smile broke into a broad grin as he proclaimed his next 'finding'.

"Soquili!" He said softly, his clear voice nonetheless carrying far on the playful gusts of wind. A companion for this fine day, perhaps!
The movements of the other seemed determined, and he did not wish to interrupt, but he found himself moving towards the other on eager hooves. His tail flickered absently as he wondered at the other's purpose; the form seemed to wish to fly directly towards the clouds themselves!
He found himself envious of the ability of flight, but he did not envy the need to plummet towards the ground in hasty landings if the weather should turn foul. He held back any greetings he may have otherwise flung after the quickly rising form, careful not to interrupt whatever goal was being sought on this finest of days.

Other than enjoying whatever nature had to offer, the stallion did not have any far-reaching goals. He was naturally auspicious, but he did not go out of his way to make helping others his life's purpose. He did not seek fame, or fortune. He did not want to be the most popular, or the greatest at any particular thing.
He just wanted to live his life, and enjoy the company of others for as long as they wished him to stay.

As he got closer, he began to see that the other Soquili was delicate... all of the winged breeds were fine-boned, so far as he knew, but perhaps this figure was that of a mare? He had been wrong before, so he decided to wait to assign pronouns despite the other's crimson beauty.
He waited patiently for the flyer to notice him as he stared upwards, wondering absently if he should have called out after all...