Dragoncrest Cliffs there is some violent grace in him

maybe a naturalist thread?

silkie pushes his boundaries further than he has ever before. previously, he was pretty content to stay within hougeda's immediate radius. it was where he predominately played, ate, slept ( napped ) and hunted but it was irrevocably not enough. his curiosity of the world outside of his small bubble was becoming rather acute and though he considered making his trip worthwhile by hunting he changes his mind last minute as he tracks a fox's scent trail through the spanning redwood forest. he nears the borders with a growing prickle of excitement at the nape of his neck. there's something that's so tempting about what's forbidden to him. the moon's a half crescent in the sky and he glimpses over a pale shoulder as he inches nearer to the borders only to be intercepted by @Eske who moves to stand like an immovable and ferocious roadblock. the wanlida lets out a low growl of disapproval and levels a stare at him that causes the dragonling to shrink in on himself. "the borders are not safe. go back to hougeda, goufa." she commands him and ushers him back.

silkie obeys with a soft huff, more annoyed that she used his title as opposed to his name — because he had one of those. a name, that is. and it wasn't goufa. when she is no longer trailing him he skirts around hougeda and heads, instead, towards the cliffs. he can hear the gentle roar of the ocean and when he shrugs past the receding treeline the sea and sky stretches out before him. silkie takes in the unobscured night sky with quiet and unbridled amazement.

friendly reminder poke @Silkie

Tux is more or less a good boy.  He is quiet, he does not get into trouble like Bat and Kiwi, he does not protest when they are shuffled from Hougeda as nomi struggles not to succumb to whatever illness has gripped her (he does not quite understand what happened, but he tries).  

He had moved into the forbidden reaches of Hougeda once and had been interrogated by Silkie and Etoille and although he did not hold it against him, it caused something akin to shame to root inside him.  Since then he had not done much exploring.  He had a favored antler he worried with his teeth when he got bored.  He sometimes chewed at his toes.

But that wasn't working for him anymore.  He felt lonely, despite being surrounded by family.  At least when Bat and Kiwi got into trouble, they got into trouble together.  He follows his brother's scent towards the cliffs, eyes up at the fingernail crescent in the sky.

Hei.

eek. i'm so, so, so sorry for the wait on this.

silkie isn't sure why he doesn't expect company but as the footfalls of another approach him — far too light to be that of an adult. for a second, though, he thinks eske has followed him to ensure he went back to safety ( could one consider the cliffs safe? ) but as he glimpses over a pale shoulder he sees, instead, that it's tux. "hei." he returns, head swinging back around to look back up at the sky. "what's up?" silkie asks his brother with an absent sort of curiosity as he squints up at the stars, trying to make sense of them. or at least try to find a shape like he'd heard of others doing.

He was thankful the night was beautiful and cloudless.  He thought the stars were pretty, though like Silkie he couldn't make much out of them.  Not much, he says, do you see anythin' up there?  He turns to look at his brother and sees Silkie's squinted eyes, then looks to the sky to do the same.  It didn't seem to change anything, other than to make everything more blurry.  I don't think that's working, he concedes.

. . .

It is not long before Tux feels awkward, and he excuses himself to stargaze elsewhere.