08-04-2017, 12:20 PM (This post was last modified: 08-04-2017, 12:42 PM by Alysanne.)
Although she knew she should be travelling this land, travelling and searching for her friends, Alysanne could not yet bear to remove herself from the forest of her childhood. It was overwhelming being among these trees again, feeling the soft fronds of the giant ferns brush against her now-green coat as she moved beneath them.
At any given point she felt as though she was in danger of bursting into tears - always this strange mixture of joy and distress. The joy was winning, of course, and helped always by the presence of Mika and of her family. They had lost so much leaving Helovia, so much that she didn’t even know about yet (so distracted had she been by Miykael, she didn’t yet know the other losses), but here, in this forest, Alysanne felt hopeful and alive once more.
If only she could stop itching.
Hemlock helped her when he could, itching at the spots on her neck and necks that she couldn’t reach. He found downy feathers nestled at the base of her mane earlier that day, but didn’t comment on it just yet. Or maybe he was trying to - their bond had been quiet since they arrived in this place, and Alysanne knew they were both grieving for the loss of Cypress. The young owl had flown off as soon as he was able and now his name was another on the ever-growing list of those that Alysanne wished to find.
They were wandering, using just a slow easy gait, among the forest early in the morning - Alysanne’s mind buzzing with so many stories she wanted to share that she barely even knew where to begin. Every dozen or so steps she needed to stop and lip at the itching at the back of her leg, however, and it was a good thing they had no real destination because they would not be getting there in any good time.
Alysanne I lit a flame in my heart to guide you home.
Mika was still very new to this world. Everything he saw was previously unknown to him, every feeling, every smell and sound was for the first time. Every sensation; brand new. He had not even begun speaking, although he seemed to understand the words spoken to him. Such a small thing, was he, but adorned with enormous wings. Wings so big he could not even fold them properly on his back. They kept slipping off and the primary feathers where often trailing on the ground behind him.
The little colt was walking behind his mother, fully concentrated on not stumbling on his unruly appendages. Every time one of his wings slid of his back he struggled to lift it back up, but his muscles were not developed enough to carry the weight of all those big feathers. He jerked as hard as he could and the rustle of the wings sent dust particles from the feathers into the air. He had learned from the very start that his wings were not only an encumbrance for his undeveloped muscles, but also a hazard for his nose. When the scent of his feathers found its way into his nostrils he always sneezed and every time he sneezed he nearly toppled over. All this made of a rather awkward walk and if Alysanne had not been stopping to scratch every once in a while he would have had trouble keeping up with her.
Suddenly he stepped on one of his heavy wings and at the same time he felt a sneeze coming on. This time he could not save his footing. Mid sneeze and stumbling he crashed into his mother’s hind legs. For Mika, being so small, it was like running into a wall. He bounced back and sat down on his haunches like a dog - wings splayed at his sides. He was not hurt, merely a bit chocked and confused, but he shook his head and peered up at his mother with big, teal eyes.
It seemed he wanted to ask her something. Maybe it was something like: ”Why are you itching, mother?”
@Alysanne
ooc; I hope it is alright that he crashed into her x3
Time spent in that hell hole the portal threw him into is kept rather short for rather obvious reasons. Mostly it centers around his mission to find Miykael and, hopefully, high tail it out of there with the old man in tow. Of course, his plan is completely impossible but he doesn't know what happened to the fallen angel, he doesn't know that Kisamoa practically snapped his father into nonexistence in a puff of black smoke. It's also rather unclear whether he'd see other familiar faces here or that he would nearly bump into one this very day. Upon leaving the portal, the dark slate stallion leaves his wings retracted and hidden - unwilling to test the thunderous flight again so soon - not after what it did to him. The effects were decidedly brief, lasting mere seconds but it would likely prove to add to his problems. Travel by hoof, though, would decidedly take longer: not looking forward to that.
The dark stallion is a sight to behold, undoubtedly handsome with his pale grey-blue eyes and varying shades of dark slate. His build is thicker and more muscled than his father's, though he's shorter in stature. An overly confident bad boy type, he's flirtatious and cocky when he's within sight of a pretty face and soft curves. In that he is the complete opposite of his father; yet they are similar in so many other ways. Nathanael has always been quick to flash a roguish smile, where his father was more likely to lean towards chivalrous gentleman. Perhaps it is due to his youth or perhaps he simply lacks someone to refine his manners. Though, where's the fun in being so stuck up? Life's more fun when it isn't taken so seriously (which is, of course, the very thought process that gets him into trouble.)
Headed west, Nate never allows his gaze to fall stagnant. Pale eyes constantly search his surroundings - finding a sincere lack in female company along the way - for any sign of Miykael. This strange world is surprisingly quiet, perhaps eerily so. At least, until a vibrant forest several paces ahead gives him reason to pause and squint against the glow of the bright yellow flowers. When his eyes finally adjust to the sudden brightness, his gaze scans the new forest. Instead of trees, there are absurdly large ferns - ferns that make him feel like he's been shoved into some sort of strange universe designed for giants. Just as he's about to step closer to investigate, a loud sneeze rings out - successfully interrupting his plan. Nate proceeds forward, slipping easily beneath the massive fern fronds, and follows his senses until he spies her, scratching her legs with an intensity that he simply couldn't resist. He doesn't notice the colt flopped gracelessly behind her, not right away. "Hey." he begins, his deep voice laced with roguish charm. Grey-blue gaze travels over her dark green and white figure. She might be older but there's no denying that beautiful face.
"Did it hurt when you..." Nate adds but his words trail off as his gaze drops lower and he finally notices the foal behind her. Oh. he mouths, instantly backpedaling and putting on his business only face. Nate isn't father material and he sure as hell isn't about to flirt with a mother (not because she isn't still attractive, because she is, but he isn't looking to get into a fight with the foal's father.) "So, uh... I'm actually looking for someone. Did you know a guy named Miykael? From Helovia?" It's just business, really. He wasn't really about to flirt with her. Nope. Talk about awkward. If he manages to come out of this unscathed, it will be a miracle.
Solanis
