06-26-2018, 03:20 AM
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart Nothing was right. Snow flurries eddied in the air around him as Korri took wing. Southeast from Halyven: toward the strange, shifting expanse of light before the water's edge. He expected it to be a quick flight: scout the area and head back home. Check for his raven. High visibility, low chance of failure. But the weather darkened the longer he flew, and his shadow moved quick and jagged over the shifting terrain below. As the wind picked up, his flight path deviated from its usual smooth pattern, and he found himself fighting to stay aloft. Halyven should have been directly behind him. It was not. It was not ahead, either. Or to the left. Or the right. It was … nowhere. Just an endlessly flat horizon and ice cracking under his hooves when he scooped low, wing tips fanning the earth's surface. His shoulders ached. A gust of wind struck him broadside and he hit the ground. Immediately sank fetlock deep in the soft footing. "Oh!" Korri said aloud, startled. He hopped back, but the stuff was everywhere, half frozen and sucking. His wings flapped; mud flecked his feathers. For a brief instant, an insane certainty filled him and he knew he was about to die. Then he stilled. Breath heaved in his lungs, pluming pale in the cold air but snatched away quickly by the wind, lost in the growing abundance of snowflakes scattered throughout the air. Korri found the footing less treacherous if he stilled, so he decided to remain still, wings slowly folding against his sides as the wind tore at them. Frowning, he peered into the gale, but Halyven still refused to appear. "This is your fault, you know!" He shouted irritably. He didn't quite dare to move. |
@Sansa
collect your tears, shoot 'em down
even giants hit the ground
even giants hit the ground