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Post by galekxy on Sept 10, 2019 9:18:21 GMT -6
A Welcoming Drakon & Elijah
Post Chapter 8 Morning Aerie
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Post by galekxy on Sept 10, 2019 9:43:57 GMT -6
D R A K O N
❅Serora | Peacemaker❅ The journey had been longer than he expected, and he felt tired right to his bones. It had been draining as well. He had watched the desert disappear behind him and then he turned to face the new shore he would be arriving at. He felt ready for what was to come, especially with Alya's blessing.
The winds had proven to be favourable, which Drakon thanked his god for. Once docking, he had been met by Hecate once again. He recognized her from their meeting on the shores of Sedo from not too long ago. It was reassuring to see a familiar face, even if he did not know her.
Now he stood in the Aerie, feeling just a bit lost. He had come just after the Flight's breakfast, which he didn't mind too much. But it was cool as the sun had yet to fully grace the world. Drakon wasn't unused to the cool air- it got much colder in the desert at night- but the dampness hit him more than anything. It made the air colder than it was, and he wasn't sure if he was much of a fan.
Thankfully, he didn't look too out of place. If anything he was a new face, but not everyone might know who he was just yet. Hecate said he would have time to look around and get acquainted with everything before they got down to more serious business, and he was grateful. So he took advantage of the moment to observe. Already he could tell the Flight moved in a cohesive manner. These horses weren't ones who sat around. They all looked to have a job to do as they got ready for the morning. It was almost mesmerizing to watch. There seemed to be a large population of pegasus here, but he knew there were other species as well- just no hippocampus. It was an interesting dynamic.
Looking around, Drakon ventured through the area, taking a closer look at the cave walls.
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Post by ThatDenver on Sept 24, 2019 9:49:08 GMT -6
ELIJAH
The morning had started as all mornings did, or at least the ones when he had evening patrol. Elijah had been flying around all night, just observing the area around the Aerie. He’d watched the sun rise on the horizon as Alya’s moons fell beneath their own side of the sky, and he’d watched a ship sail into the harbor at first light.
Then, it had been time for a change of guard, and a shared meal with everyone else in the Flight. He had always enjoyed the communal meals, even when he was all new to the Aerie, and didn’t yet know anyone – there was just something so comforting and homely about everyone getting together for a while.
Now he was off-duty, which meant that currently no one had any need of him. Elijah had been on the Aerie for so long that the idea of free time had become somewhat obscure, although he did sometimes just spend time sparring or painting on their shared wall – he was getting a lot better at it, he felt, even if Jun still said his Digend mostly looked like a white blob of nothing.
But today, he had something else in mind. He’d seen that ship come in, and he was pretty sure it was not just for trade – they were expecting foreign ambassadors, and he was quite eager to meet them. Not that it was, in any way, a part of his duties, but it was just so exciting; this idea that they could now host foreign dignitaries of their own, have their own relationships with the outside world.
So perhaps Elijah walked around the Aerie without a clear goal in mind, hoping to pick out someone he didn’t yet know.
Perhaps he spotted a golden-winged pegasi he had never seen before observing one of the cave rooms, and made a beeline towards them.
Either way, Drakon soon heard a somewhat excited voice from right behind and above him: “Hi! You must be the new… Peacemaker, right?”
Word count: 336
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Post by galekxy on Oct 17, 2019 20:15:52 GMT -6
D R A K O N
❅Serora | Warder❅ He slightly startled when a voice addressed him. Truthfully, Drakon hadn't expected to be talked to just yet. It wasn't a bother, just unexpected. Especially when the other pegasus seemed to know who he was. Drakon wasn't sure if he walked differently or had done something odd- or maybe the Flight's members were more privy to information than he had expected.
He turned to look at the other, slightly surprised to see a younger face. It made him wonder what had happened to drive this pegasus away from their herd- to join an organization such as this. Change could be found in other ways, and this was just one of the more... strong-handed. But he shouldn't be asking questions. Drakon didn't know the full story, he didn't know what it was like to live as they did. Drakon flared out his wings a bit, letting his head dip. "Wind beneath your wings." The greeting came naturally to him, and it took the peacemaker a moment to realize it might not be so natural for others. The other had been a lot more casual in his greeting- Drakon briefly wondered if the Flight had many traditions of their own. "Ah- yes. I'm the Peacemaker from Serora- Drakon. It's nice to meet you." Drakon wondered how the Flight would view him. He knew Talori citizens often had their biases (Hyperion did at first), but would all of these horses be like that? This one seemed friendly enough. It allowed him to relax a bit, happy to see a seemingly friendly face.
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Post by ThatDenver on Nov 7, 2019 18:04:24 GMT -6
ELIJAH
Elijah dipped his head slightly in return, although he made the gesture a bit deeper than Drakon had – the stranger was older, after all, and likely much more experienced as well, even if they had known a life much different from Elijah’s. The greeting the stranger offered was curious, but not in an unpleasant way. Indeed, there was much good to be said about having the wind blowing beneath your wings, and certainly it was much nicer than the Talori one, which referred to Cascade.
“Yours too!” he said happily, and then nodded at the introduction: “I thought the ship looked Seroran more so than anything else.”
It felt nice to be right – Elijah didn’t often get to enjoy the sensation of having figured something out on his own. Usually he always had to be told and explained things, and although the Striker had long since accepted that most other horses just were smarter than him, it didn’t mean that it wasn’t a bit annoying at times to always feel a step behind the more educated Flight members.
“My name’s Elijah. I’m a Striker for the Freedom’s Flight. I’ve been here for years, so I can show you around if you want”, he offered in a friendly and still somewhat excited voice. He hadn’t really had a chance to interact with Serorans, not outside that one battle in the sky. The battle had ended pretty early for Elijah, and he had not been taken to Sedo like so many others.
Despite having fought Serorans before, he didn’t really harbor any hard feelings – they were friends now, and that was what mattered.
Word count: 271
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