Needless to say, Icarus had been chatting relentlessly through the duration of their walk. It wasn’t that the masked boy ever had a lot to say. Nothing important, at least. He just liked to talk. He was a social creature and strangers were a wealth of interesting experiences. Stories, voices that he’d never heard before. He was eager to learn, and similarly was he eager to tell others about himself, about his home and his friends, his desires and dreams. On the rare occasion it was silent, it was a distraction - his amber eyes flitting elsewhere, watching birds flutter from among the fronds, their shadows fleeting across the rippling green ocean of the plains.
As the sun traveled across the sky, he regained his bearings and headed south. The meadow was cradled by the river, he remembered, and difficult to miss unless one had been skirted the edges of the geysers. Unfortunately, that was exactly what Icarus had done, but once he realized his mistake he led Braith with little other missteps, smiling the whole way. He was excited to see what she’d think of it.
The smell came first. Sweet, floral and fresh, it drifted on the breeze that passed over the low rolling hills, inviting them in. Icarus crested that first hill and paused to peer down at the stretch of vibrant colours dotting the meadow, so much brighter than when he’d been here last. Tail wagging, he glanced sideways at Braith and sought her reaction. “What do you think?”
Nov 27, 2017 07:59 PM
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