Stone Pillars — [AW] Survery the Land

"I wonder if it's ever clearer later in the day," Larkspur remarked passively, looking at the tangled cloud of fog. She extended her right wing, flaring out the feathered limb to make an attempt at assisting with the removal of the fog, though it didn't seem she needed to do much. The other's wings seemed to be doing just fine at pushing away the clouds on their own, not likely needing Larkspur's own half-efforts. "I don't mind. It's working isn't it?" Oh? A newly winged individual? Larkspur only vaguely remembers developing their fresh wings - they'd grown in with only velveteen, down-feathers until she'd become six months old and she received her first hatchling morph. They'd had their wings for so long, they could hardly imagine a time, imagine a memory without them - they couldn't even imagine how confusing it must feel to develop fully flight-worthy limbs so late in life. "Ah, well it's an experience unlike any other," Larkspur told him, offering a slight curve to her muzzle. "I won't say it's all wonderful and perfect, flight feels different for everyone with wings - I've once met a stray who asked me to medicinally remove theirs, for they despised flight above all other horrors. But for me, flight feels like freedom. And I hope it can feel like freedom for you as well." And they meant that sincerely. It wasn't common that Larkspur encountered someone who hated not just their wings but all of the joys and wonders associated with them but it wasn't unheard of either. "I am seeking a night-walker," Larkspur identified, figuring it would be useful for another wolf to know. "Didn't receive a good description but I was told he goes by the name of 'Balthazar' and has draconic wings. Once I find him, I return him to his partner and then my debt is repaid - though perhaps I will stay around them. Reed is... kindly." And talkative and large and a fair bit handsome but those were all fleeting thoughts that ran secondary to her spoken impression. "Sure," Larkspur agreed, stretching out her hindlegs as she stood and started walking forward as she squinted through the mist. Her eyes sifted through the few, vague outlines of caverns before them eventually settling on a decently large one. "Let's try this one - maybe there's a tunnel that leads to another side." --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.