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There was frenzied activity towards the centre of the green field just beyond the criss-crossing paths in the village, and it attracted the overwhelmed attention of the liver chestnut stallion who had been resting alone by the empty tent of his home. Hector had spent many days on the island already, quite addicted to the bright atmosphere, the constant hum of activity, and though he felt the pangs of guilt for neglecting his duties for so long, he just simply could not drag himself to leave. He still wasn’t certain which cliff exactly the island had broken from, nor how it had come to be nestled in a floating bed of cloud; it could only be by the hand of the God of the Sun he knew and took comfort in that fact. He stepped between the metal spears marking the entrance to the Throat’s little plot, ears stiffened, straining to discern what the commotion beyond was about.
There seemed to be a figure above the centremost point, suspended in the air, and the crowd gathered as the intrigued stallion watched on; many Pegasus folk all taking flight together. Hector’s haunches clenched suddenly. He could resist the temptation no longer- and quite despite the furious gurgling through his empty stomach, he launched forward to be amongst them. Enormous, powerful wings carried him faithfully, and his eyes widened when he was soon close enough to realise the hovering creature was a turtle. He’d not seen the Earth Turtle prior, and couldn’t help but stare for a good while- until the beginning of the race. The flock began to stiffen, dozens of wings pumping vicious, unbalancing wind, and the stallion dipped tactfully beneath them as they waited eagerly.
There were many he knew around him, faces tinged red by the dust of his homeland, and to them one by one he gave greeting; dipping his fine skull in gesture, not well trained in the arts of true emotion. There was one other though who Hector had not seen for seasons and he drew to the side of the black and white, collared stallion with lips grazing tenderly towards the canvas before his wing.
"Brother, it lightens my heart to see you." The words were barely a whisper, intended only for the ears of his many times superior. There was no need for any words further, and the copper hybrid paused there to hover contentedly, eyes trained to the front.
READY.SET.GO! the Earth turtle called out, the island’s infectious cheer apparently rampant through him also.
Immediately the group lunged forward though Hector lingered in place a little longer. He figured that once the mass of fighting, struggling bodies, had dissipated and formed some kind of order down the line, it would be a far simpler task to overtake them. His wings were grand, their span generous, and he was a picture of athleticism; which was after all necessary for the role he played as soldier in his herd.
You are last! his flailing bonded cried between them alone, vapour-like form twisting through the silken cords of the stallion’s fire-toned mane. But Hector hushed him confidently, and seconds later started along the course those before him had taken.
He could see the pale figure of a mare ahead and leaned his weight forward, pumping wings driving ever faster as he sought to catch up. As he neared her, the glinting golden ring target caught his eye- quickly he forgot about the other Pegasus, and angled right for the marker. Veci sailed along beside him eagerly, mischievous and competitive- more so than his bonded, and searched hungrily for stray thoughts, for the fears, of any contenders nearby. This was one occasion that Hector cared little about the Boggart’s wicked antics. Together they swooped through the ring and made haste after the silhouettes along the next route.
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:: Pegasus Flying Race ::
