The floating realm above him sat so precariously in the scopes of honey wells. Their masses untethered to the earth, and connected to themselves through bridges that appeared as fish wire strands from where he stood. What a strange world. And yet everything in this world, Agrelos, had always been strange. Even he was becoming less insecure with his existence as time mulled on. Though still he felt quite shy of his anomalies, or were they anomalies?
He hummed as he lowered his lids slowly, deeply inhaled, then exhaling the ruminations of his mentality. His self was not all that troubled him, but he certainly was not here to vent to strangers he wished to greet. And they would only be stranger for a little bit before becoming... friends? Neighbors? Something similar he hoped. The fox fowl studied the wooden vessel before him, as tall as his knees. It would steadily vault him up to those realms so high above the earth he knew.
But there was a beauty, the night and the canopy of stars and constellations behind it. Streaks of painted light also seemed to define it's back drop. Caught in their allure his feet lifted and fell quietly in the boat. He realized after a good few minutes he was being elevated, the stars moving and no longer fixed, and the shadowy mass closing in distance.
There was a dock, though that did not so surprise him. And he did not linger in the sailing elevator, leaping competently onto the flat. It was as mysterious and forbodingly charming as he had imagined it from the ground. He allowed himself a moment to shiver at the acknowledgment he was perhaps thousands of miles in the sky. He wasn't necessarily scared of heights but to say it wasn't even slightly daunting would be a blatant lie.
The white kitsune carried himself confidently on through the dark sea and small lights, the mass of snow feathers trailing behind like a regal cape. His gaze was set straight ahead, but he made sure to keep aware of things that could be caught in his peripherals and by the basins of his large ears. Part of him could not help but entertain the paranoia of his sister's presence in the basement of his brain. But it was muted to make noise for a more persisted goal.
His home is beautiful, tranquil, and had been a place of refuge for him since escaping his violent kin. But it felt awry. Though he too felt and accepted his share of blame. This was not him abandoning his home, but exploring another clan for the time being. Until he could figure out how to better himself and the Dark Dynasty. He had no accessories with him and he had what he believed little knowledge of the Hyperian Isles. His maw parted, and the warmth and fluidity of his voice matched the hue of his eyes, "Hyperian Isles, I am Botan of the Dark Dynasty. Would you allow me to venture into your realm?"
He hummed after speaking, captivated again by the ongoing scenery and spying the distant diversities between the islands. Wind weaved as fingers of breezes combing through his fur and sliding across the fibers of his feathers.