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I belong anywhere but inbetween.
Herd meetings. I don't really understand the point yet. All I know is Astraeus said that I had to come. I would rather be practicing flying - after all, it isn't like they are going to give me a job yet ...
Suddenly I feel cold all over, like my legs are shaking from the inside, like they are jello that is about to crumble into the sands. Am I going to get a job?! I don't know why but I sort of thought that there would be ... I don't know, more time? More time to be young? I am not having an existential crisis by any means, but it does suddenly occur to me that because of who my parents are, my life is going to be different than the lives of other foals. I have more responsibility and expectations placed upon me. I know this. I know one day I will have to be a warrior like Father, and I will have to do Mother proud in all of my activities but ... but for now I just want to be a kid. I want to be a kid because I know I will have to grow up sooner than others will.
I will be ready when the time comes. But surely the time isn't now ?
Uncomfortably, I move towards Mother. I know that she is standing at the head of the assembled group, but suddenly I don't care. I feel small, and young, and confused. I just want her. She is beautiful - perhaps made more so by her stark contrast to Father. He looks so stern and strong, whereas Mother simply is. She is holy and pure, perfect and pristine. I adore her, as only young boys can adore their mothers. I shuffle towards her - although as I near the top of the group I attempt to pick up my feet slightly more. People will probably be looking at me, in so far as I am an extension of her. The burning embers that appear under my wings pulse with the beat of my heart.
"Mother." I gently whisper as I pivot to stand at her side.
