Rising with the dawn, the picturesque beauty racing in the clouds above, her heart alive. The gleam of golden sunlight beaming from the ivory of her primaries, shimmering against every fiber of the perfectly gilded coat. Wind whisper riddles into your ears, teasing with your hair, gently embracing the creatures of the sky.

Against the canvas of pale pinks and oranges, the sun rises to life along with one of the world's most gorgeous creatures - Sage.
A pity that currently her mind is elsewhere.

Surrounded by the beauty of morning's first smile, the protector of the World's Edge appears dark and dreary, despite being lit with the ethereal light of the rising sun. The recent invasion of her home set her teeth on edge, caused her jaw to tense, caused wrinkles to form under her eyes in disdain. Truly, what had the unicorns of the North been thinking? Were the gilded dragons of the World's Edge not intimidating enough? Did they just have to test their patience, thinking foolishly a band of mercenaries would see them to victory?

The mare scoffed to herself in the morning light, the scent of saline filling her nostrils and trying to sooth her heart. The warrior is offended, but not on part of herself. Truth be told, our beauty cares little for herself being challenged; instead, it is the thought that another would question the reign of Mirage that made her so terribly annoyed. Recalling when Lace had backhandedly asked if she would disobey Mirage's absolute orders to keep away from the Basin, Sage is reminded that not everyone has the same loyalty to the shadow mare as herself. This, of course, is a complete insult.

A heart and a spirit as strong as her own would never bow to a queen who is unfit to hold the crown of the world, let alone just its Edge.
Idiots, fools, and bastard children she wishes could be scraped from this earth already.
It's not that she was violent or wanted them dead... but, well, she wanted their presence in her life to cease. Stay north in their cold kingdom; never come south. Not unless they wanted a swift kick in the ass again, anyway.

Rolling her perfectly teal eyes to herself, the beauty finds herself spilled out above miles of crystalline blue waves. Pausing her forward movement, the angel of gold and white hovers to greet the dawn with a fierce expression. The tang of salt, the peel of golden light breaking on every crest of cerulean. The world is beautiful, she knows. The sunset should never be welcomed with angsty thoughts of lesser hearts. Instead, hovering easily below the clouds, head tilted every so slightly away from the direct gaze of the sun, she takes a breath.

Remember to breathe in your surroundings, to live your life. Live it well. After all, there is only one.
"Good morning."
@[Felix] and @[Murdock]