Crossing Continents [Idoka]

The past season or so had been quite lonely for Idoka. She’d somehow managed to lose track of all the creatures she’d met this far – some of them that she’d even considered friends before they parted ways. She tried to find them, spending every moment she could flying over the land and searching for any familiar shapes or colors down below.

But she’d failed. She was all alone, and then winter came and it was far too cold to stay in the air for long. She’d been forced to hunker down in the wastelands, making a nest in one of the little hollows sprinkled over the territory and barely eating enough to survive because the weather was simply too terrible for think about venturing from her nest if she didn’t have to.

But then the gods seemed to smile on her, and they blessed the land with warmth and water. Finally, she could resume her friend search again! Except…being mostly inactive for a period of months and barely eating had done a number on her health, and she found that she had to build back her strength and stamina while getting accustomed to regular food again.

Ugh!

But whatever – she was alive. That meant she could get better, and she could find her friends again. Maybe they were even nearby! Maybe they’d all huddled in the hollows like she had. Maybe they were even looking for her! Those thoughts gave her the motivation she needed to get better so she could resume her search.

Though…as of this moment, she still wasn’t able to fly properly. That meant walking everywhere, which meant she was still confined to her immediate area. There was plenty of food and plenty of sky space here anyway, so it was what was best for her. As upsettingly boring as that was, she couldn’t deny that she was slowly getting better, and that she wouldn’t be able to play at all anymore if she wasn’t smart about her recovery.

Today promised to be a day like any other. She’d attempted and failed flight, and then proceeded to walk around…she couldn’t really call this a wasteland anymore, could she? There was more food than she could eat by herself, so she didn’t bother gathering anything, just browsing on occasion as she thought she could eat without making herself sick.

But then she saw someone – a very strange someone! He seemed to be a feather, but his coloration was beyond anything she’d seen before! Was the tree making dark red feathers now? How cool! Maybe she should go pay it a visit and see what’s changed since she left! Well…once she got her strength back.

Then she noticed what the feather was about to do, and she let out an alarmed shriek before charging toward him, ignoring the stinging of her insides. “Stop! Don’t eat that!” She flapped her wings, attempting to get the feather’s attention.

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