Anok&Olympus, Part 4: Chosen ones
The black haired one came towards us and, surprisingly I could understand it! It said, Hello, who are you? Then added, I’m Percy, she’s Annabeth over there, Pointing towards the yellow haired one.
I blinked slowly, “I’m Wi-wi-Wishriver” I stuttered slowly. Then Dawnfeather introduced herself, nickering, “And I’m Dawnfeather”
Percy tugged with the rope holding me and said, “Could we take you? To our camp by this bay?”
My eyes widened, “To Crabwings bay? You two Landwalkers walked that far?”
“Well, we didn’t walk” said Annabeth. “We flew on Guido and Blackjack, two other pegasi”
Blackjack and Guido? I thought, hmmmm.
“I’m sorry but, we can’t come” Dawnfeather snorted. “See, we belong to a Herd of other pegasi called Waterfall Herd and, we can’t exactly leave”
“So you two are captives?” Percy Said.
“No, there not captives” Annabeth said, smirking. “Thats like...their family, a Herd Seaweed Brain”
“Oh” then Percy seemed to think then answered, “Alright, can we come with you?”
For a moment, I was utterly stunned, “Ummm” I said, not sure of what to do. “The Captains might trample you two....”
“Captains?” He said.
“Well duh, Seaweed Brain, captains.”
“Like Captain Underpants?”
Annabeth growled in frustration, Percy then smiled crookedly.
“Not funny Seaweed Brain!”
“Captains, as in commanders” She said, looking over her shoulder to see if she got it right.
We bobbed our heads and nickered. The whole time it was like watching a fight of words-which basically it was.
“Fine, you can come with us” I said, breaking into a trot. “This way!” I neighed.
We trotted, they jogged through these rare cluster of trees, into the desert, the sun rays made our hides hot and thirst for more water. Never less, we kept on. Percy and Annabeth slowed to a walk, “could we ride on your backs?” She said, “It’ll be faster” with a grin.
We looked at eachother, and I said “yes” for both of us.
Annabeth mounted me, Percy to Dawnfeather. Her grip was surprisingly gentle but firm, what to expect in a Landwalker, I thought giddily. A Landwalker climbing onto my back was the weirdest sensation I had ever had, like once no heaviness, then all at a time, BAM! Your back is heavy!
We walked, trotted, cantered, then galloped into the midday sun sky. I saw a familiar tree and banked towards there, the captains resting spot, as it was the eastern migration grounds. The same exact place were Nightwing placed “his” herd.
Waterfall Herd Usual Description: Skinny waist, usual Desert Herd Descript. But large wings to fly fast and large bodies to fit the wings