Larkspur took a moment, giving a fierce flutter of her wings with the intent of shedding the next set of her damaged feathers. The broken, smothered feathers went spiraling to the ground at her paws. She sighed, holding out her right wing while inspecting the bald patches - rain could really ruin a good day for any feathered beings. At least the place she had glided to was full of more than enough sand for the several consecutive dust-baths her wings and fur were going to need to spread the now washed away oils around again. It's going to be such an itchy series of days while the pinfeathers grow in, and she works through any water parasites clinging to her pelt.
The wolf released a sigh, sinking down onto the glittering stones with her wings splayed out around her. She'd been preening for a while now, an hour she thinks, so she could afford a little break. Besides, the fleetingly warm sunlight beaming down on her sore wings was a nice feeling.
"I wish I could just... magic my coat clean," she grumbled to herself, her thick tail giving a fierce swish that knocked a series of rocks and pebbles down the side of the mountain. The large she-wolf extended her forelegs, arching her back towards the sky and loosening her muscles before sinking her claws into the rocky earth. It wasn't easy, but her belly was a bit rubbed raw from essentially being dragged across the bottom of the river during the flood and the following rough landing from escaping the fire-lands while her wings were matted and messy.
She grunted a little as she started channeling her power, forcing a bit of mountain moss to begin sprouting from the earth before her. It was a bit difficult, the stone naturally resisting the roots attempting to take form but eventually it settled. Tiny, pink flowers appeared in the thick, tangled mass of moss - mountain campione. As soon as it appeared, she sank back down in the bed of moss with a soft little pleased sigh.
Cobalt blue eyes cracked back open as a shadow fell across her, blocking her sunlight.
"Unless you can start glowing, it'd be nice if you could move out of my sun," she grumbled, adjusting her wings as a reflexive shiver ran through her.
It hadn't exactly been Reed's intention to magically poof across the new lands when she wished she could find one of her friends she missed so dearly. She didn't know that the endless hole she had found in the ground, full of water, had been a sort of wishing well when she'd haphazardly tossed a leaf into it to test the currents of the water. It was a frightening sensation to suddenly be sucked into said wishing well, her body warping as the teleportation magic zipped her from one side of the continent to the other side. Reed landed with a thunk on the hard rainbow colored ground and groaned from the impact. She really needed to stop falling through random worm holes.
Welp, no time like the present to figure out where she was now. She didn't bother to figure out how she had gotten here. At this point, teleportation almost felt normal to her. "Sigh" she said out loud as she also sighed along with it. "I'm never going to find my friends at this rate." By friends, of course, she meant Balthazar and Pip. So, step by step, Reed made her way through the strange rainbow hillside. She felt exposed as she traveled with how little shrubbery and trees there were. Her exposure was confirmed when she crested a hill and looked over the other side, seeing a wolf laying and splaying their wings out around them.
Naturally, Reed may a beeline for the stranger, running and prancing down the hillside with her dagger and cutlass clanking together in her harness on her side. "Hey!" she shouted at the stranger, happy to see something else out here besides nothingness. "Hey! You! Hey!" She continued to call as she closed the distance between the two of them. By the time Reed got to the stranger, she was panting and talking through breaths. "Hey. Do you know where we are?" Only after she asked her question did Reed turn to actually look the stranger over. Her eyes noticed the damaged feathers and she wondered what the stranger had gotten into. Was there a monster at work here?
"Ah hells, you don't know either?" the wolf frowned, annoyance about the blockade from their sun-bathing temporarily put to the side. There went that fleeting thought. If this other wolf didn't know where they were, then Larkspur was probably back at square one as far as getting out of here - with her wings out of commission for at least another day, there was no way for them to guarantee their safety. Heading back the way they came, only fire and death awaited - so would they have to venture aimlessly out into these colorful mountains until they finally found something resembling trees? Of course, they could also try sitting where they were until their wings healed, but who knew what kind of creatures roamed this place at night. "We can lead each other in circles then."
They folded their better groomed wing (the right one) back towards their flank, stretching a little as they sat up a bit. It was rude and a bit dangerous to be laying flat on their stomach with a strange wolf standing upon them - especially one apparently carrying a sword around. Who in the gods really needed a sword?
"Larkspur," they said all the same, motioning towards themself with a brown wing. "Your partner in this rainbow purgatory."
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