Rainforest Cliffs
01-14-2018, 01:57 AM
@Roscorro
She had first met Java in a place not unlike this, a sunswept tropical island heavy with the scents of flowers and fruit. It was a quirk of fate that the girl's first real friend would not even be one of her own kind, but instead a fruit bat. The bat's intelligent, gentle nature seemed the polar opposite of the fiery mare, but the two balanced eachother out surprisingly well--both were lonely souls seeking camaraderie and a life beyond what had always been expected of them.
And now, he was gone.
Waking up every morning without Java nestled under her wing only served to reopen the wound that his disappearance had left. She had no idea where the little bat had been deposited when they were torn from their world into this place, or even if he was alive or not. He couldn't be dead, he just couldn't. She would have felt it if he was, she would have known somehow. At least, that's what she told herself.
Spying these cliffs from the air, she had flown down to investigate, hoping that perhaps he would be there, roosting in the towering trees, sipping nectar, and eating fruit. Aryel had spent the day searching for him, despite the bizarre lights she kept seeing out of the corner of her eye and the feral cries that sang through the air. But as the sun rose to its zenith, and the air became oppressively hot and humid, she was forced to cease her searching for the moment. Her flanks were streaked with sweat, and the close quarters of the rainforest meant that even she had difficulty unfurling her wings to their full length. She hated enclosed spaces, particularly those in which she couldn't escape to the air, and she was itching to be away from the claustrophobic rainforest full of unfamiliar scents and sounds.
The cliffs provided a welcome respite from the deep jungle. Here, the trees thinned out greatly, and the ocean breeze was infinitely more pleasant than the still air within the rainforest. She stretched her wings out, sighing in relief as the cool wind brushed her overheated sides, then settled down on the dusty ground, folding her legs under her with her wings splayed to either side. The temperature would climb through the afternoon, she knew, until dusk finally came to chase the burning sun away. Until then, she would rest and enjoy the view.
She had first met Java in a place not unlike this, a sunswept tropical island heavy with the scents of flowers and fruit. It was a quirk of fate that the girl's first real friend would not even be one of her own kind, but instead a fruit bat. The bat's intelligent, gentle nature seemed the polar opposite of the fiery mare, but the two balanced eachother out surprisingly well--both were lonely souls seeking camaraderie and a life beyond what had always been expected of them.
And now, he was gone.
Waking up every morning without Java nestled under her wing only served to reopen the wound that his disappearance had left. She had no idea where the little bat had been deposited when they were torn from their world into this place, or even if he was alive or not. He couldn't be dead, he just couldn't. She would have felt it if he was, she would have known somehow. At least, that's what she told herself.
Spying these cliffs from the air, she had flown down to investigate, hoping that perhaps he would be there, roosting in the towering trees, sipping nectar, and eating fruit. Aryel had spent the day searching for him, despite the bizarre lights she kept seeing out of the corner of her eye and the feral cries that sang through the air. But as the sun rose to its zenith, and the air became oppressively hot and humid, she was forced to cease her searching for the moment. Her flanks were streaked with sweat, and the close quarters of the rainforest meant that even she had difficulty unfurling her wings to their full length. She hated enclosed spaces, particularly those in which she couldn't escape to the air, and she was itching to be away from the claustrophobic rainforest full of unfamiliar scents and sounds.
The cliffs provided a welcome respite from the deep jungle. Here, the trees thinned out greatly, and the ocean breeze was infinitely more pleasant than the still air within the rainforest. She stretched her wings out, sighing in relief as the cool wind brushed her overheated sides, then settled down on the dusty ground, folding her legs under her with her wings splayed to either side. The temperature would climb through the afternoon, she knew, until dusk finally came to chase the burning sun away. Until then, she would rest and enjoy the view.
Use of magic/force against Aryel is allowed.
