ThistleCloud

Feshe Fema; Mate and companion to Zuho

Actually, I'd like to see this, too. Thistle had worried Bright and Sky with his disappearance, and I myself was rather peeved

Thistle rested his head between his front legs as he wistfully stared at the sky. Where there should be bamboo, there was chalcedony. Where there should be breezes, there was an overwhelming constant shift of energies that made his stomach often churn. Everything had seemed so simple until he had accompanied his family on a trip to trade with another clan. They had met with them on the Windswept Plateau, and that was where Thistle had begun to question where his home really was.
This was the place where he was born, where his kin played and soared. Glancing at his adoptive clan, Thistle wondered if he truly felt comfortable with the chaotic environment of his new home.
As Bright negotiated with a talkative Ridgeback, Thistle slipped quietly into the bamboo. Passing through, he felt a gush of fresh life blow through him, and let out a giddy noise. He launched himself into the air and allowed the gust to carry him, gliding effortlessly. He gave his wings a flap and was delighted to find that the wind embraced him like a gentle clutchfather, carrying him high.
Thistle sighed as he gave himself to the wind, flapping his wings just for the sensation of the breezes running over them.
After what seemed like only a moment, Thistle thought he heard something from far below. Looking down, he could spot a small, blue figure climbing up to meet him.
Confused, Thistle angled his wings so that he could catch the wind, only needing occasional flaps to tread the air.
As the figure grew closer, Thistle could make out that it was a Skydancer, its strides

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