m i y k a e l
AND IF LOVING HER IS HEARTACHE FOR ME
AND IF HOLDING HER MEANS THAT I HAVE TO BLEED
THEN I AM THE MARTYR - LOVE IS TO BLAME
Despite having found himself a new home, Miykael had grown restless. As each day passed, his search for Alysanne continued to lead him nowhere. No matter how many days and hours he had spent circling over all of Helovia, he hadn't found her. Either the timing was simply terrible and they kept missing each other or he had taken a wrong turn somewhere and Alysanne hadn't ever come here. Miykael truly hoped that it was not the latter. Regardless, the tawny and white Pegasus would not give up. He had to see her, to know that she was alright. He had to and he would, no matter what it took or how long he searched.
As the new day dawned, Miykael unfolded his large white wings and as he ran towards the cliffs in the Edge, he flapped his wings. With a powerful leap, he took off; alternating between pumping his wings and coasting on the air currents. He spends a few moments soaring over the oceans below, feeling the sun warming his back and the warm wind rushing over his face and through his dark mane and tail. Everything about the moment gives him hope, lifts his spirits for the day. So with a smile on his face and a lightness in his blue eyes, the dunskin tobiano banks left and heads back towards Helovia.
Coasting lower and lower, he begins his descent. Miykael lands, as gracefully as he is capable, just outside the wall surrounding the World's Edge and promptly folds his large wings to his sides. His steps are light and lively as he moves through the trees with a moderate pace. Miykael heads east, moving deeper in and further from the cliffs before turning south. It isn't long before the vegetation begins to thicken. As he moves deeper in, slowing his pace in order to take extra care, the stallion stumbles upon a delicate flower. It is a small flower, yellow with five petals - delicate and sweet - and growing in bunches with several flowers to a stem. This one in particular was different from the rest with one flower on an unusually long stem. Aly would love it, he thought. Pausing, he reaches down and gently grasps the stem with his teeth and plucks it. Miykael gently tucks the flower into the feathers of his right wing, taking care to avoid harming the delicate little flower.
Once satisfied, he continues on. Stepping carefully through the vegetation until he reaches a clear pool of water. It is situated nicely at the center of the trees with willows dotted the edge. Quiet and secluded, the Pegasus gazes into the clear pool of water and quickly finds himself drifting off into his memories. It was in a place very similar to this one (far fewer trees) that he had met her for the first time. Once again, Alysanne filled his thoughts and consumed him. That is when he sees her, or thinks he does for what he really sees is simply a figment of his imagination, laying beside the lake almost directly across from where he stood. Miykael doesn't move but instead simply gazes out over the lake.
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