Halcyon Flats
Possible trigger: BDD
05-12-2018, 08:44 PM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
A month after she’d treated the wounded eagle, the companion of Halyven’s Kiada (she had learned), Zahra boarded swift thermal winds back to the eastern seaboard, with a mind to visit young kingdom which called the region home. She’d quite enjoyed the company of the mare - despite the gravity of the situation which had united them - and though felt felt little inclination to join the forming herd she spoke well of, the native Helovian was glad for the company of one who seemed to share a good number of the woes which had brought them to the Rift. And she might have descended on cue, swirling downwards through the drizzling rain towards the spires that pierced the bleak, grey horizon, had not she heard the raucous screaming further afield.
Expanding her broad wingspan to maintain elevation, the pegasus followed the overt sound towards the sandy flats before the sea.
With ears pressed forward and her keen, golden eyes set upon the patchwork landscape, blurred beneath her, Zahra searched for the stranger who, she felt, was suffering some form of peril - for what else would provoke such an exhibition of vocal energy. From her vantage, it did not take her long to pinpoint the body which streaked between the rain-swollen pools dotting the plain: the other was galloping headlong, their stride long and reckless, churning the surface of the landscape and leaving in her wake such damage, that the watching mare was taken aback. Skimming the region behind, the painted mare could see no aggressor - no reason for the fury of the sprint.
With a good measure of caution, Zahra began her descent, circling at length first, then slipping the lean, long line of her wings in nearer to her body until the split moment before hooves collided with the sand. Glassy, tinted primaries flared forth to cease the momentum of the fall, and with hooves drumming, she merged with the world of those who were earthbound. Slowing, well ahead of the stranger who continued quickly, the daughter of the Gallant and the Starry-Eyed swivelled around to meet them. “Hail!…” her smooth voice sang out, slicing with any luck through the veil of rain so that the other might heed and then slow.
Expanding her broad wingspan to maintain elevation, the pegasus followed the overt sound towards the sandy flats before the sea.
With ears pressed forward and her keen, golden eyes set upon the patchwork landscape, blurred beneath her, Zahra searched for the stranger who, she felt, was suffering some form of peril - for what else would provoke such an exhibition of vocal energy. From her vantage, it did not take her long to pinpoint the body which streaked between the rain-swollen pools dotting the plain: the other was galloping headlong, their stride long and reckless, churning the surface of the landscape and leaving in her wake such damage, that the watching mare was taken aback. Skimming the region behind, the painted mare could see no aggressor - no reason for the fury of the sprint.
With a good measure of caution, Zahra began her descent, circling at length first, then slipping the lean, long line of her wings in nearer to her body until the split moment before hooves collided with the sand. Glassy, tinted primaries flared forth to cease the momentum of the fall, and with hooves drumming, she merged with the world of those who were earthbound. Slowing, well ahead of the stranger who continued quickly, the daughter of the Gallant and the Starry-Eyed swivelled around to meet them. “Hail!…” her smooth voice sang out, slicing with any luck through the veil of rain so that the other might heed and then slow.
@Ahlora
