A harsh wind assaulted the shore of the Endless Blue. The sky, gray and ill as the waves crashed along the beach. The salt spat into her face, the wind – tugged the edges of each and every feather from her skin. She tossed her head into the ocean’s horizon with a careless grin. Where the wind drove off of, hungry and alive with a ferocious movement.
 
Ru licked her lips as she considered the stage. Brought her gaze back against the wet sand. An unsteady ground, a wicked wind. Snow covered the rocks left untouched by the ocean’s reach. However the moisture clung wherever it could. And somehow that made the temperature more frigid, as if, instead of passing through one’s body it merely clung and hibernated against one’s skin. Absorbing the heat in a prolonged hypothermia, as opposed to the stark coolness of mountaintops and glacial fields.
 
There were certain odds fighting on the sand. But they were odds the mare felt inclined to test. A fight would always provide its disadvantages, its cruel weight in experiences, or the uneven uses of magic – especially in this world. To train without these elements, without the challenge of the unsteady earth and the roar of the ocean beside her – there was no point. No point at all, if she wasn’t capable of testing her limits.
 
As she reared up in a ceremonious cry, Ru did not feel as trepid as she once did. While her cracked and disjointed voice cried out for an opponent, she could feel the wind; the cold and the prospect of triumph inhabit her soul with a beaming confidence. The uncertainty, for once, thrilled her. And the impending doom – raised her heartbeat with a fevered, eager breath.
 
She would learn to love the pain, the struggle, and the risk.
 
She would bear their mark, and rear them with an unconditional love.
 
Ru’s wings snapped out, and closed her eyes briefly as the wind pushed and pulled her form. Legs steadying those alabaster sails, the winds threatening to topple her over. Though only for a moment to breathe in the sudden dread churning in her stomach. To swallow it down, let it rot and dissolve.
 
She snapped her eyes open, descending to the earth and setting out in a restless trot. Muscles coiling, as she picked her way through the shoreline. The waves to her left, bright and avid eyes searching for her challenger.

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