Flying practice had been interesting so far but somehow it was not enough for the colt. He wanted to do more than glide, he wanted to fly up high with the birds and see things from a whole new angle. Was there another world out there somewhere up in the clouds? Thinking back to the sky island he couldn't help but miss that place as it was the closest he had ever been to the clouds. This had been something he had been wanting to do for forever making it a top priority on his relatively short to do list. Things would have been so much different if his dad would have stuck around to show him all the cool things that mother couldn't. He often imagined what it would have been like to grow up having him here with them today. What would he look like? What did he sound like? Would he make mother happy? So many questions yet no way to get answers to them, unless father came home. He really couldn't go looking for him considering as far as he knew his father could be a tree frog and he wouldn't know the difference. No one had ever spoken about him so to him it really didn't seem all that abnormal.

Bounding through the thick brush with minor difficulty the boy tries to keep his wings tucked tightly to his sides trying to avoid getting himself stuck. When he had thought of going on an adventure it had sounded like a good idea at first but when he hit the path of no return things became complicated. The last time he had come through here had been months ago when his size let him slip into places that adults could not. Well now he had forgotten to consider how much he had grown since then so things were getting a little tight. Pausing to rest his tired legs his eyes caught a dark shadow looming overhead that seemed to move the closer he looked for it. Pulling his head up and tilting it back he could just make out the silhouette of another pegasus gliding over the trees. Curiosity soon got the best of him rerouting his previous trail blazing to turning around and heading back the way he had come. Backwards was much easier than forward especially when he had the advantage of the fresh trail he had already made, see his fun had turned into a useful purpose for once.

Breaking back onto the main trail half falling over his own feet in the process the brindled colt heaved a sigh of relief. That had been a good hike but he had come out of it alive albeit probably looking more like a sasquatch that had been rolling in branches, burrs, mud and anything else one could find in a forest. Pulling as much of the nasty clingy stickers off as he could see he continued up the trail until he came upon the pegasus he had eyed earlier. Cocking his head slightly he studied him with interest before moving closer. " Who are you?" He asked gazing up at the stallion with bright blues.


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