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The lonesome adventurer was spending most of her days in the shady forest, weaving quickly through trees as if her energy reserve was never ending. The onyx woman was starting to take refuge in two main places. The Threshold, and the flat expanse of grass known as the Heavenly fields. Two of the places where she could feel close to freedom, as if she would dissolve into the wind and fly away, never to be trapped.
Orinthia envied Pegasi. They were the lucky horses, blessed with powerful wings that would carry them wherever they pleased. Yes, they were truly free. Watching some of her friends and acquaintances that were Pegasus, the mare used to watch them in awe. Every single graceful wing stroke, cutting through the air with complete elegance, though such wishes would never be granted to her. She would always be a land dweller.
But in the absence of wings, Orinthia gained speed. There was nothing like the feeling of wind ruffling her mane, the thrill coursing through her body as she urged herself forwards faster and faster, as she was doing right now, nimbly dodging trees heading aimlessly to an unknown destination. After running deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest, the wanderer came to a stop, heaving her head downwards in a jerky motion. After a few seconds, her nape bending towards the ground, the onyx mare finally lifted her head back up.
In the distance a little voice rang through the trees, almost inaudible, but the fae caught it. Her ears pricked up as her emerald eyes gazed around trying to pin point the source. Warily approaching, the trees parted away, showing her the figure of a dark gray Pegasus colt. He seemed to be gazing somewhere with beautiful crimson eyes. He was large, only about a hand shorter than her. "Hello", the female's voice was soft and curious. "I'm Orinthia", her vocals sounded like a breeze calmly whispering.
Orinthia envied Pegasi. They were the lucky horses, blessed with powerful wings that would carry them wherever they pleased. Yes, they were truly free. Watching some of her friends and acquaintances that were Pegasus, the mare used to watch them in awe. Every single graceful wing stroke, cutting through the air with complete elegance, though such wishes would never be granted to her. She would always be a land dweller.
But in the absence of wings, Orinthia gained speed. There was nothing like the feeling of wind ruffling her mane, the thrill coursing through her body as she urged herself forwards faster and faster, as she was doing right now, nimbly dodging trees heading aimlessly to an unknown destination. After running deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest, the wanderer came to a stop, heaving her head downwards in a jerky motion. After a few seconds, her nape bending towards the ground, the onyx mare finally lifted her head back up.
In the distance a little voice rang through the trees, almost inaudible, but the fae caught it. Her ears pricked up as her emerald eyes gazed around trying to pin point the source. Warily approaching, the trees parted away, showing her the figure of a dark gray Pegasus colt. He seemed to be gazing somewhere with beautiful crimson eyes. He was large, only about a hand shorter than her. "Hello", the female's voice was soft and curious. "I'm Orinthia", her vocals sounded like a breeze calmly whispering.
