No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
He couldn’t remember when last his eyes had reaped such satisfaction, sweeping left then right in a constantly surveying pattern, drinking the tumbling rustic hues of home as he glided with ease; at least, he knew that the world had been a much darker, much less familiar place the last time. Hector was glad to feel the weight of the sun upon his back today; he leaned heavily against the light, the sun and all which represented this vast land which opened beneath him. There seemed nothing unusual to find however, and few of his kin were roaming the sands- naturally, so thoughts began to wander between their faces instead.
Circling again, perhaps to delay the descent from tranquillity further, the auburn stallion found himself navigating the sleek black, top-most surface of the wall. Hardened hooves were slung to graze its face as mighty wing-thrusts maintained perfect balance, and he marvelled at such resilience and integrity regardless of the magical properties therein, for the metal blocks remained entirely unscathed by the howling drifts of windblown sand; torrents of rain unleashed so rarely but with such a vengeance, and the lashings of unruly ocean weather.
As he admired the handiwork of those with the ability to craft (he was quite incapable of dreaming up such wild and wondrous ideas, and less still able to assemble a phenomenon so grand), a vision passed before his stoic gaze; and it was not one to be expected. Where the shadow of the semi-formed wall split in two, a mare without feathers, leather- or any other adornment for that matter, seemed to dither quite absurdly on the spot for some time. Veci could not touch the trembling earth as it bent to her will; could not relay the truth of her behaviour, so the warrior filled with naught but overwhelming suspicion. At least, until the rippling breath of his companion neared Rasta further and her eyes peeled apart to reveal a familiar blue-tinged light within.
Hind-hooves reached downwards to find the strength of the wall, and he launched upwards again impressively between the vast reach of his orange-speckled wings, as brawny haunches uncoiled upon it. With the spectre’s presence to guide, it took the scout little time to find the fissure and sink ever lower towards the pale mare who he had spoken with only once before- it did not matter. He came from behind as she fussed about the earth beneath her; swirling air driven en masse to announce his arrival, stirring to life a cloud of dust and loose sand around her. "Rasta," his careful mind recalled with ease, plucking at the stew of memories within. "Can I help you dig?" Not generally a soul overflowing with social ability anyway, he tried for politeness should she not be in the best of spirits this day. Certainly to him, the small creature appeared to be excavating a stone of some sort, and his conscious (perhaps his ego) could not stand back idly while she did so.
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