horses of a feather ⚜ w/ silvia
@supportingdancer
Ashen feathers line the snow laden path leading to the flock’s rumored nesting grounds. The downy tuffs almost sparkle with a fantastic iridescence, dusted and contrasted against the untouched snow. Eldigan counted each feather he passed as he climbed the hill, but soon, they became a new blanket covering the ground.
Pegasi distained men, but Eldigan wanted to at least catch a glimpse of these blackened mares. Perhaps his proficiency with horses might even win some over.
When he finally reaches the peak, a few do ruffles at his presence. They whicker and flap their wings but remain mostly undisturbed. He keeps his distance, but a particularly ornery lady still finds it too close. She loudly whinnies and flies off, the ensuing gust kicking up snow and blinding him.
When the snow settles again, Eldigan notices he isn’t the only one here.
