Mighty wings thrust against the crisp winter atmosphere, the hawk drifting elegantly with ease upon the updrafts through the puffs of moisture that dotted the skies. Unsure of what to think regarding the herd gathering, the battle-born found his self aloft above the others. Concern set in his mind for those that hailed from rebel anarchy groups called the Asylum. Unsure of how the leaders of these lands would take order, his faith in Midas was strong but he feared the darkness of his better half would shadow their kingdom. Their rude remarks, lack of empathy and justice within their drunken war-cry. It was disturbing, disgusting and very unwanted.

However, feeling he owed his life to Midas for pulling him from the blinding winter storm and sheltering him within the caves, he was here to live out his duty as a protector of his kingdom. To guide and defend our people, serve in justice, to be born of king and breed excellence into the community. There was no telling what lay in store for the realm of water-falls. It was just a matter of waiting, and watching the events unfold.

Golden eyes caught motion from down below, a Pegasus mare landing gently upon an ice cap. Upon her shoulders, a young bird flapping around to gain its balance, he had seen her at the meeting. Parelia was her name, if the silver stallion recalled it correctly. Retracting his wings for a moment, the silver stallion began to dive into the direction of the world, unfolding his wings as he neared the surface to catch the wind and elevate his hooves just above the mounds of snow. Golden hooves touched down upon a snowy ridge off to the mares left, flexing his wings upward as a friendly call erupted from his lungs.

"Good evening m’lady!" His voice warm and welcoming as he gazed down upon her, daring not to land upon the ice she stood so gently upon. His weight would add to it, and he feared causing her or her company any danger. He couldn’t help but notice she seemed troubled, her shoulders where her companion stood, ruffled and scratched. The downside to having claws dig in your withers one would suppose.
"Is everything alright dove?" She was lovely, streaks of blue glittering down her silk threads. It’s one thing he’s always admired, the ladies.

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