A private Rp between my (~Latonia de la Courtel~) Kaishara Immareska and ATh e a r t's Nebula's Hymn.
(Apologies, her full name won't fit in the title.
This way to Lat's Teepee and Heart's Teepee)
Kaishara Immareska flared her wings with a joyous twist, dancing on the wind in a quiet celebration. Spiraling into the brightening blue of the sky, she whinnied a cheerful greeting to a passing flock of sunbirds and soared upwards like she could touch the clouds. A sudden fold of her wings brought her spiraling downward again, the breeze snapping back her long mane shaded in night-sky hues and sunset-pattered tail until the streaks of color writhed like living things amongst the darkness. She whistled and laughed in elation, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of freefall until she had to spread her wings wide and soar smoothly upward once more. It was one of her favorite dances, the one to greet the day just as her father had taught to her. Aside from the ‘farewell to the day’ performance best viewed at sunset, the greeting dance was her favorite. It was all spirals and twists, flashing dark wings tipped in cerulean slicing through the perfect cloud-scattered sky.
It had been a long time since she’d gone out on a flight just for the joy of it, usually it was just a brief moment of glee on her way to something. And there was an unending list of “somethings” for the young phantom pheasant to do, it seemed. So many mistakes made and learned from, so much time behind and before her. Today was a new day, though. A new start, and she intended to make the best of it. So after an exuberant greeting flight –probably her best, so of course no one would be around to see it- she tilted her wings lazily and looked for a place to land.
(Apologies, her full name won't fit in the title.
This way to Lat's Teepee and Heart's Teepee)
Kaishara Immareska flared her wings with a joyous twist, dancing on the wind in a quiet celebration. Spiraling into the brightening blue of the sky, she whinnied a cheerful greeting to a passing flock of sunbirds and soared upwards like she could touch the clouds. A sudden fold of her wings brought her spiraling downward again, the breeze snapping back her long mane shaded in night-sky hues and sunset-pattered tail until the streaks of color writhed like living things amongst the darkness. She whistled and laughed in elation, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of freefall until she had to spread her wings wide and soar smoothly upward once more. It was one of her favorite dances, the one to greet the day just as her father had taught to her. Aside from the ‘farewell to the day’ performance best viewed at sunset, the greeting dance was her favorite. It was all spirals and twists, flashing dark wings tipped in cerulean slicing through the perfect cloud-scattered sky.
It had been a long time since she’d gone out on a flight just for the joy of it, usually it was just a brief moment of glee on her way to something. And there was an unending list of “somethings” for the young phantom pheasant to do, it seemed. So many mistakes made and learned from, so much time behind and before her. Today was a new day, though. A new start, and she intended to make the best of it. So after an exuberant greeting flight –probably her best, so of course no one would be around to see it- she tilted her wings lazily and looked for a place to land.
