It had been a pink winter, but this morning the sun was out and the clouds were sparse, and Muqin was taking the opportunity to stretch her wings... and while she was at it, maybe meet a new companion. As pale and golden as a Zephyr, the Boreas was nevertheless nothing so special, but would not let that stop her from making her potential mates work just as hard for her as she would for the rare, lucky rank. She cried out an echoing hawk-call, and waited perched on high branch of a giant baobab-like tree, peering out across the far open plains.
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Feb 26, 2023 23:47:24 GMT -5
ooc: Neither of these aeries make sense, so let's go with someone new. :3 Tempest Koro enters the ring!
It really never did take so much to capture Koro's attention. He was resting, the perfect state necessary before giving chase, when a loud call caught his ear, and he turned his head, eyes wide, flapping his wings before he knew exactly which direction he was headed. A fair lady was asking for his attention. He spotted her easily, gentle colors a sweet contrast from the branches and the expanse of green below, and he wheeled around, debating whether or not he should land or if he needed to be on the ready to turn point and follow quickly behind. He was ready, she wouldn't lose him so easily.
Lifting a wing, Muqin preened calmly at her side, belaying none of her anxiety at the quietude in the skies. Quiet, that is, except for a single Tempest's feathers rushing through the wind. Well, he was certainly enthusiastic, she wouldn't make him wait for potentially nothing. Head raising, she stretched and flapped her wings twice before leaping into take-off. She skimmed low, coasting breezily for the time being, simply making sure he actually followed. It was a nice day for a flight at least even if it was just the two of them in it.