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As if drawn by some divine force, Esinakh's arrival at the event is almost immediately followed by that of her bull-horned brother. Arakh's wings are stronger now, allowing him to pump powerfully through the air. Not for long, as his stamina still needs to be worked on, but for long enough to make him truly feel like his father's son. There's a unique thrill to the heavens, to darting through them on feathered wings, feeling the raw power in his shoulders that propels him through the frosty winter air. It makes the colt feel deeply sorry for those residents of Helovia who will never know the wind beneath their bodies, who will never see the world from above. The calf's landings still leave a lot to be desired, however, and this one is no exception. With an ungainly lurch, he touches down on the frost-tinged Edge grass, immediately falling into an uneven gallop before moving down the strides until he can halt next to his twin. He ruffles his wings and folds them carefully against his sides, whilst at the same time noticing how Esinakh is uncomfortably cleaning her white segments. This seems to be a clear sign of her discomfort, and the colt straight away moves to nestle into her. "Rak here," he murmurs to her. He casts a glance around, seeing their older sister Oizys here as well as a couple of other fillies and their king. The leader of the gathering is a black hybrid, and Arakh's attention lingers on him, sensing his importance. |
[ ARAKH ]
