im a chikadee in love with the sky
05-07-2019, 12:15 PM
[ooc]Set right on Abaven’s border[/ooc]
Poem dashed over the path that was the border of Abaven, her icy white paws carried her swiftly over the terrain. The piebald raven Edgar flapping his wings wildly above her. The bird was still mastering the basics of flight, but he knew the theories and was perfect at the simple stuff. He was practicing his hovering today. Not that Poem was being much help, she was just eager to race him. Though he won 9/10 times she always wanted a rematch. ”Of course you win, I’m not racing!” He called out to her as he attempted to hover again.
The bright sun heated the earth below as summer began to take over Abaven. Poem never seemed to be hot, but at the day wore on the cool water of the rapids was becoming more enticing. The young wolf and raven stood on the border, the call of the falls beckoning them forward.
Poem finally stopped and looked back up to Edgar with her dark tipped markings. She squinted at him as he fluttered before looking back towards Abaven. Her blue and lavender eyes searched for a sign of any adults. Her mother told her she could go anywhere in Abaven now, but she still needed an escort outside. Edgar didn’t count. She debated there on the border, deciding to stay and follow the rules or venture out and play in the falls.
Poem dashed over the path that was the border of Abaven, her icy white paws carried her swiftly over the terrain. The piebald raven Edgar flapping his wings wildly above her. The bird was still mastering the basics of flight, but he knew the theories and was perfect at the simple stuff. He was practicing his hovering today. Not that Poem was being much help, she was just eager to race him. Though he won 9/10 times she always wanted a rematch. ”Of course you win, I’m not racing!” He called out to her as he attempted to hover again.
The bright sun heated the earth below as summer began to take over Abaven. Poem never seemed to be hot, but at the day wore on the cool water of the rapids was becoming more enticing. The young wolf and raven stood on the border, the call of the falls beckoning them forward.
Poem finally stopped and looked back up to Edgar with her dark tipped markings. She squinted at him as he fluttered before looking back towards Abaven. Her blue and lavender eyes searched for a sign of any adults. Her mother told her she could go anywhere in Abaven now, but she still needed an escort outside. Edgar didn’t count. She debated there on the border, deciding to stay and follow the rules or venture out and play in the falls.
