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Their walk was a peaceful one, with idle chatter filling empty spaces between them. Her spirited nature reminded him of younger days; when his worries had been as carefree as wind itself. Truth be told, he had never been the most rowdy of youths—but there were times when heart felt light enough and young enough to simply kick up heals and have a little fun. The painted general couldn’t remember the last time he had simply ran for the sake of running, or flew for the sake of flying. Days seemed spent with endless duties lining his hours, and parenting responsibilities keeping actions on a straight and narrow path. When was the last time he had played? Closest memory that came to mind was a trip during summer days into the cool mountains with Cherie. They glided across the ground as children, and he had laughed then. Enjoying the company of another without heaviness weighting broad shoulders; how was it that over the course of a few months his life could change so drastically? He now had a son, and new herd responsibilities. Not to mention, magic and a mountain of unsettled issues that needed to be dealt with. “All in due time.” He could almost hear the gruff whisper of an old sire whisper feverishly in his ear words of wisdom. Midas turned to the ebony girl with no sign of inner thoughts along his features and said gently, “Welcome to Dragons throat,” their hooves had only just touched down on the first waves of sand; familiar sinking of hoof was normal for him, and he lengthened gait to accommodate change in pressure below. A seemingly empty expansion of soft brown lay before them, in the near distance a jewel of faded emerald shone with the breaking rays of their sun between clouds. It wasn’t a beautiful and vibrant now that frostfall was in full force, but he felt proud to reveal its hidden wonder all the same. “Welcome home….Aisha.” |
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