
Singe of Endless Summer was soaring through the evening sky, closing her eyes every so often, letting the current guide her and her mind wander. These days, her mind kept wandering towards other Samanayrs. Off in the distance, she heard soft trills from others of her kind. Opening her eyes, she gazed off towards the sounds. She could just make out the forms of the Samanayrs, like ants on the ground below. Maybe she would find some nice stallions down there.
Tipping a wing, Singe slipped out of the current and then tucked her wings as she dove towards the group of samanayrs. She could feel the wind tugging at her mane and tail, whistling through her ears as she neared the ground. At the last second she snapped open her wings and alighted neatly a little ways off from the other samanayrs crowded around a small hotspring.
Tossing her mane, and angling her head and neck so that the last rays of sun glinted off of her shiny blue amulet, she began walking towards the hotsprings.