Desreal: I'VE SEEN ANGELS FALL FROM BLINDING HEIGHTS [saphira]

THE WORD IS TIMSHEL -- 'THOU MAYEST' RISE FROM SIN.

Altair was bored of Ni’Surgery. It was a place where if the sun didn’t kill you, the animals did. It was deadly, he found it far deadlier than the ocean of Solira or the steep mountains of Andarin – at least there you knew what was lurking under rocks and pebbles. In Ni’Surgery, he had already nearly been killed by a snake (basking, and Altair hadn’t even disturbed it!), marauded by a pack of vengeance-driven scorpions (okay, maybe Altair deserved that, he did step on one of their cousins after all) and then, to add insult to injury, had been pecked by an obviously blind vulture that confused his slumbering body with a corpse.

Not once, but twice!

But this was winter. There were no scorpions or snakes or birds, no insects or nasty creepy-crawlers. Just the way he liked it. He had not grown a sufficient coat (given he was in Ni’Srilan and all), and the terrible fingers of winter were beginning to claw their way across his coat, chilling him to the bone. He moved briskly through Desreal to keep his body warm, plowing aimlessly through the deep snow, his going slow and undeliberate.

It was then that he chanced upon Saphira – though he did not know who she was. There was an intangible air of divinity about her (one Altair could not hope to convey but would often try to imitate), a savage beauty he had only seen with one other horse; and that had been Lethia. He pricked an ear forwards, his Air playing expectantly around them, tussling his mane and chasing leaves across the white surface of the snow.

Altair says nothing, but his Air is all around him, questioning the mare and speaking for the young stallion. Who was she?

A L T A I R
AD ASTRA PER ALIA PORCI.
ALSHAIN x GENESIS || AIR III