11-10-2018, 10:49 AM
She spies the twinkling coast in the far distance, a stretch of cobalt kissing the sky.
I see it! Malkyn, I see water!
Her excitement bubbles through the bond in warm, golden waves, pushing and pulling and undulating with liveliness. Wings white as snow unfurl from her shoulder-blades, muscles rippling from the exhilarated energy thrumming just beneath the skin, spanning wide and churning the air until she’s going higher, higher, higher--the chime of a laugh escapes her lips and she’s shooting off towards the island in the distance.
She’s a white splash against the heavens, elegant in movement as her gold piercings catch the sunlight.
The air smells like salt, oh so familiar as it dances across her tongue. Flashes of a small village bloom in the back of her mind, of wooden cabins and a marketplace lit up by song, of a boulder sitting on the path and waves crashing at the base of a lighthouse, of a bird dropping a silver fish and a young ginger cat sliding down the bannister of her home; she grasps at the memory lovingly for once, holds it close to her chest and lets it carry her closer to Paradis Island.
Something rustles around in the depths of her long chest fur before shooting out in a flurry of brown-and-white feathers.
”Boob, can you see it? It’s glorious, isn’t it?”
The ferruginous pygmy owl lets out a melodic trill in response.
They follow the stretch of land, a five-foot hellhound and her much smaller companion side-by-side, until they reach the wall declaring the presence of civilization. Excitement aside, she leads the drop in altitude until her paws are skittering gently across the fine sand, leaving dimpled heart-shaped pawsteps across the stretch of land between the rails and the saltwater bordering the land bridge.
Talia takes a deep breath, letting the scent of the ocean bleed into every fiber of her being until she feels as if she might be glowing with it. Her eyes fall shut for a second to revel in the moment, wind stirring the golden bells dangling from the braids on her mane, and when she opens them again they’re shining with a sheen of unshed tears.
”Ring the bell, if you’d be so kind, friend?”
Boob whistles an affirmative and flutters towards the ribbon. It digs its talons into the material and gives it one determined pull, letting go only when it emits a mighty toll. Satisfied, the bird returns and perches on one of Talia’s four antlers, digging its beak into its chest to scratch.
Malkyn, my love, I think I may have found our new home.
I see it! Malkyn, I see water!
Her excitement bubbles through the bond in warm, golden waves, pushing and pulling and undulating with liveliness. Wings white as snow unfurl from her shoulder-blades, muscles rippling from the exhilarated energy thrumming just beneath the skin, spanning wide and churning the air until she’s going higher, higher, higher--the chime of a laugh escapes her lips and she’s shooting off towards the island in the distance.
She’s a white splash against the heavens, elegant in movement as her gold piercings catch the sunlight.
The air smells like salt, oh so familiar as it dances across her tongue. Flashes of a small village bloom in the back of her mind, of wooden cabins and a marketplace lit up by song, of a boulder sitting on the path and waves crashing at the base of a lighthouse, of a bird dropping a silver fish and a young ginger cat sliding down the bannister of her home; she grasps at the memory lovingly for once, holds it close to her chest and lets it carry her closer to Paradis Island.
Something rustles around in the depths of her long chest fur before shooting out in a flurry of brown-and-white feathers.
”Boob, can you see it? It’s glorious, isn’t it?”
The ferruginous pygmy owl lets out a melodic trill in response.
They follow the stretch of land, a five-foot hellhound and her much smaller companion side-by-side, until they reach the wall declaring the presence of civilization. Excitement aside, she leads the drop in altitude until her paws are skittering gently across the fine sand, leaving dimpled heart-shaped pawsteps across the stretch of land between the rails and the saltwater bordering the land bridge.
Talia takes a deep breath, letting the scent of the ocean bleed into every fiber of her being until she feels as if she might be glowing with it. Her eyes fall shut for a second to revel in the moment, wind stirring the golden bells dangling from the braids on her mane, and when she opens them again they’re shining with a sheen of unshed tears.
”Ring the bell, if you’d be so kind, friend?”
Boob whistles an affirmative and flutters towards the ribbon. It digs its talons into the material and gives it one determined pull, letting go only when it emits a mighty toll. Satisfied, the bird returns and perches on one of Talia’s four antlers, digging its beak into its chest to scratch.
Malkyn, my love, I think I may have found our new home.
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