Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
There was a thrill of curiosity through the bond. The doe raised her eyes and turned her sight onto an approaching stag. He stood atop a small hill, looking down at them. His pale coat mixed wonderfully with with the colours of the rising sun. Golden and strong he was a similar build to the doe herself. Though he lacked the softer definition and height her warlander blood brought to her build. There was an odd colour to the side of his pelt, Arah tilted her head as her sharp gaze inspected it. Paint or pollen. More likely the latter. The sharp angles of his face were painted with the same gold of his body before meeting an ivory marking.
Wynter, tired of Arah’s assessment, called to the stag and approached with caution. Should he not move the griffin would come to a stop just before him. The silver doe smiled and straightened her gaze. Ever pleased when someone showed any interest in her, Wynter did not bother with fear. Spreading her wings she leapt from the ground and took to the air. Spiralling around their heads the griffin showed off her impressive form.
Looking away from her companion, the silver doe approached the stag slowly. She knew her appearance must be similar to a deranged woman. Soaking wet, covered in sand and draped in a dripping cloak. "Melch." Grumbled Arah towards Wynter, glancing up towards the ivory companion. The griffin was always seeking attention, any that she could get, good or bad, was appreciated. Stopping before the stag Arah did her beast to appear sane. "Agreed. Beastly in her greed for attention." Laughed Arah, glancing once again towards the flying creature. For a moment Arah was taken back, a small egg needing the be saved. Her competing with others to please the creature that kept the egg in it’s cage. When she finally won the egg keeping it safe for weeks until finally she heard the first crack. Until finally a single ivory feather fell from the crack, followed by the small cub that was Wynter. Their bond had been almost instant, something Arah now knew was stronger than almost any other magic that she had ever experienced. It had called to her across lands, oceans. She had never known anything like it.
Sighing Arah turned to the stag. "Wynter is pleased to make your acquaintance." With the gentle smile she continued to speak in her musical tones. "I am Arah, the one responsible for her." Although in truth they both shouldered the responsibility of caring for one another. "A pleasure...?" Trailing off her sentence as a question she waited for the stag to, hopefully, provide his name.
Turning to survey their surroundings Arah slowly took in the sights and sounds. The arrival of the stag was actually rather fateful. She would need somewhere to rest tonight and to find her bearings in these new lands. "Your arrival is rather perfectly timed." The silver doe began easing into the conversation. The doe had just passed a fairly well trodden path, she was fairly sure they were not the only beings residing in these lands. "We", she decided to skip the explanation of their sudden reunion, "have just arrived here in..." Cutting off she gestured towards the land behind her, wondering how far they reached. Hopefully the stag would be more familiar with their surroundings.
Wynter landed softly beside Arah and gazed proudly at the stag, no doubt expecting a compliment. ‘Farn.’ Arah firmly sent down the bond, though she politely kept her gaze on the stag. For a moment it was more important for Arah to secure them a safe place to rest tonight and gather her bearings. If this stag could not give them a place to stay it would be best to move on, hopefully connect with someone who could provide her someplace. Having jumped from the ship to answer the call of the bond she’d rather screwed herself over in terms of tonight’s accommodation. Wynter thrilled quietly growing bored and began to wonder off the path. Probably on the hunt for some poor mouse and critter to toy with. Fickle attention often lead to unnecessary snacking. As the world began to warm with the rising sun she could feel her coat finally begin to dry as well. Although she would certainly need to wash it clean, get the salt water out of the fabric so it could reclaim it’s gleaming threads. Looking towards the stag she waited for information on the land in which she found herself finally reunited with her bonded. The tears from their meeting now dried on her cheeks.
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