Alina

Underneath the burning sun she flew; a pale young dove with eyes of emerald green and body of pristine white. She was a slender little story, lacking in muscle mass and bordering to skinny. Her thin legs almost didn’t seem strong enough to carry even her own weight and her shoulders looked quite weak (at least taking in consideration that she was a pegasus). She was not strong, hardy or persevering, but she had other good traits; she was kind, loving and positive. She was always smiling, an expert on finding the silver lining on each cloud and she had a caring nature. She could sometimes come across as annoying with her bubbling glee and naively positive outlook. Some even called her odd, but her heart was pure and she wouldn’t hurt anyone knowingly.

Today the young mare was feeling extra jolly. Some time had passed since her encounter with the sea monster and she had recovered both physically and mentally. The only scar that remained was a mental one; her fear of the ocean. Even before she was almost drowned and eaten she had not been fond of big, open waters and now she wouldn’t willingly go anywhere near the ocean again - that was certain.

The dove’s flight this beautiful Tallsun day had no specific goal. She simply wanted to enjoy the warmth which she loved so much and feel the wind rustle through her silky hair and downy feathers. She played with the air currents; testing them and also her own limits. She looped and spiraled, glided and climbed - she even let her body freefall now and then just to feel the rush in her stomach. She giggled and laughed at the wind and she almost seemed to dance through the sky to a tune playing only inside her own head. She even whipped her tail rhythmically.

Then suddenly her emerald eyes fell upon two shapes far below her. She couldn’t see who or even what they were, but she decided that it was her duty as a Throat member to check it out. The dove, who had stopped mid-air, retracted her wings and let her body tumble down towards the ground. She felt the pull in the pit of her stomach and she couldn’t hold back a thrilled whinny as she fell through the air.

However she didn’t want to risk not being able to slow her decent so she soon started to unfold her wings again. She banked to the left and gradually she opened her big, swan-like appendages. She started a wide downwards spiral and from below, with the sun at her back, she might resemble a vulture circling over its prey - although a vulture wasn’t exactly something that she was often compared to.

As she circled closer to the dark shapes she realized that they were horses and a gleeful nigh rose from her throat. Her voice resounded softly in a sing-song manner and her emerald eyes glittered while she continued her spiral.

The dove landed in a round lope a few yards behind the pair. However she covered the distance swiftly and soon she reached the mare and the colt. She walked up beside the colt and smiled to them both. The light grey mare smelled of the Throat, but the darker colt seemed to hail from somewhere else. ”Good day!” Alina said joyfully. ”I am Alina Josephina.”


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