Light had yet to seep into the meadows and woodlands, the birds remained in their nests and the foxes in their dens and the owl was just tuckering down in his tree. In the sturdy confines of a well-aged redwood, dark menacing wings stretched out to the twilight coated heavens. Shadow colored leather contraptions spanning from the stirring frame of a stallion stretched to the fullest before folding neatly and hanging along each of his sides. The red bay hellion was awake as he was every morning before the dawn, and he shook of remnants of a dreamless night and strolled the sturdy branch of the redwood and looked out over the sleeping land. His tree was raised somewhat on the little peaks that dotted the borders of the Ancient Rotunda. He could see the ancient structure among the trees surrounding it. It brought a smile to the stallion's face.

He made way down, his wings cushioning and softening his jumps from branch to branch before he reached the rich ground level below. By now birds had known better than to occupy this tree, lest they rather enjoyed being stirred this early in the morn. There was at least one inhabitant who did not mind, and she began to sing in a nearby oak as Kelso made way through the evergreens. She was a songbird who had been a helpless chick the season before, and he had helped her along in those days bringing her food to feed on and talking to her regularly. The bird had survived and grew strong and quite the singer and ever ready with song for her savior and friend. He called softly, a whistle like sound that filled the air and she called back. Again he smiles and processes on.

Sapphire hued orbs intimately scan the quiet lithe, noting the morning dew on the foliage and the buds just starting to peek open beneath the shelter of the trees. It is the same as ever morning, every detail seemingly in place. When he had reached the structure the floor is covered by the debris carried by the winds. He motions beneath its colorful ceiling. Carefully wings unfolded and in a swift motion of whisp-turn-whisp, the floor was clear just in time for the sun to rise. Its light was just a slither really that caught the corner of the ceiling, shining a pale scarlet beam onto the ancient flooring. In that light the hessian's red skin glowed, the dorsal stripe on his back seemed a bit indigo in contrast to the dark blue of its true coloration. Satisfied Kelso left the rotunda and took flight.

The sun was warming his cool wings as he set down in the meadows, the grass bending back slightly as he touched down. He continued to walk here where equines would come later in the day to mingle and congregate, and Kelso preferred to have the meadow to himself. He also enjoyed the grass with the morning dew still clinging to it. The silence had become his friend...though, there were some mornings he wished the winds or the trees might offer an opinion or two on things. This was a life he had come to accept and accept happily, but this was not to say it did not have its moments of loneliness. The little songbird had moved and was singing again nearby. Twin towers had bent towards the sound as he continued to graze. "Another day in the life my little friend..." He said softly. His voice was a tenor with a touch of edge, barely a whisper but the words spoken clearly.

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Note: revised first post for Kelso. first version did not leave much room for anyone else to come in and post. hope this is ok.