A quiet flight to the meadow, wings outstretched, wing to wing beside Yseult. She had grown so much since her hatching, feathers pushing aside the odd down that once covered her body. She was regal, a being of grace and— my thoughts are stopped abruptly as she slams into my butt, her wings flapping as she rolls off my side and dropping for a moment before reopening her wings, wind catching in her slotted wing tips as she rises back, soaring beneath me with our bond sparking, our wing beats syncing. My eyes close, and no longer do I see the world as I had known it, but through the eyes of- Yseult? Surprise crosses my face as I can still feel my body going into auto pilot, Yseult's head craning to view two familiar bodies upon the ground. Angling my wings as my vision returns, blurry but the view familiar, Yseult and I descend, a fierce duo with such potential ahead of us.
I fall to the earth with a thud, hooves striking up lighting, illuminating my coat a vibrant crimson with each step closer to the others I take. My ears snap forward, a smirk upon my lips despite the disgusting feeling of fear churning in my stomach. Taking a few more steps forward, I look at the ebony damsel and the familiar storm grey child who was at the beach the time Yseult was gifted to me. Guilt, unneeded during the patrol, sends me spiraling into a fit of self hatred. Oh fuck fuck I practically stole the egg from him. Panic floods from me, eyes growing wide. "Uh, I'll go- this way. You guys can go that way and that way. F- fly or walk- do wh-what you want." I swallow hard as I motion in different directions, giving a pitiful smile. "Holler if there's a problem, or- uh- whatever." I glance around, my outstretched wings and motion in three opposite directions, addressing each of them individually. Turning myself away, my thoughts reach out to Yseult. Follow one of them, my eyes meeting the piercing eyes of my familiar. She sets off to follow Rhoa, mentally nudging me to notice him before I begin to run forth preparing for take off. My wings outstretch, a few powerful flaps and- I'm airborne.
"These soldiers are not here to kill you; They're here to protect you."
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