Samaira’s startled feathers flatten, her wings settling lightly against her sides. Her silver eyes change from wide, full moons to smiling gibbouses. But, oh, for all her joys in flight there is still a strange weight to her shoulders, like the things that once rested there have still not found their way lifted. She would rather stay in the sky forever, for touching the ground only makes her think of all the things she has missed.
The other pegasus bows, sweeping and graceful, and his voice rings out like a song, or a lullaby. She takes the momentary lapse of eye contact to get a better look at him. He reminds her of a sun-washed beach from high above, dotted by clouds, and upon his forehead is a symbol, two concentric circles with a cross shape through them. She wonders if it is a marking, or more akin to the delicate white tattoos that she herself sports.
“A pleasure, yes, Elchanan,” Samaira says, testing his name for herself on her tongue. It is a curious name, and her smoky accent gives it a more foreign lilt than she’s sure it is meant to have. He is taller than she, but her baroque build contrasts against his doll-like features and fine lines. If he is the bright, ethereal sky she is the earth, warm and brown and solid.
“My name is,” she begins to speak, but then Alaunus is there in her thoughts again. “Samaira…” the young heron fidgets by her hip, and she can feel the feathers of his wings brushing against her leg as he ruffles them in uncertainy. She finishes, irregardless of her bonded’s reservations, “Samaira.” Her heart craves this interaction. Being alone so long, all she wants is to reach out. “Don’t worry, Alaunus, it’s alright,” the woman says across their bond, attempting to comfort the heron.
“I hope we aren’t disturbing you?”
@Elchanan
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