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11-11-2012, 06:05 PM
Not one, but two pairs of wings. Black on white and red. Midas had flown with the fae from the threshold. The desert's orange sand was able to be seen from afar. How long had they been flying? The breeze had kept her comfortable and with no sweat. Ray wondered if Midas was as comfortable. The multi-colored stallion she had just met brought her to his land. She looked down. Orbs gazing the land. No doubt about it, this was a large place. The oasis the stallion had mentioned was almost under them. Large white wings made only a slight shadow on the bright sand. They weren't that high, but moderately.
A slight beam over her maw. She looked at him. Was this her new home? She looked back down. Her cranium was held in an arch tilted down slightly. Her wings slightly wet from the cold snow. The days were slightly shorter. This day was coming to an end. The sun said it's good nights with the magical shades of pink and purple that ever so slightly covered the sky. The moon's white canvas starting to appear. Just a dot in the night could encase so many different shades of gray. She didn't want to land. The feeling of flying was like a rush of power that surged through your body then leaves the most adored feeling and the wind playing with your fur and mane/tail.
"Midas! Is that it?" A slight joy fled through her body. A lush oasis completely under them and now very easy to see. She looked at him and tilted one ear forward and one back. She waited like a dog being told to stay even though a giant bone was infront of it's maw. Patience on the outside yet anxiety on the inside.
A slight beam over her maw. She looked at him. Was this her new home? She looked back down. Her cranium was held in an arch tilted down slightly. Her wings slightly wet from the cold snow. The days were slightly shorter. This day was coming to an end. The sun said it's good nights with the magical shades of pink and purple that ever so slightly covered the sky. The moon's white canvas starting to appear. Just a dot in the night could encase so many different shades of gray. She didn't want to land. The feeling of flying was like a rush of power that surged through your body then leaves the most adored feeling and the wind playing with your fur and mane/tail.
"Midas! Is that it?" A slight joy fled through her body. A lush oasis completely under them and now very easy to see. She looked at him and tilted one ear forward and one back. She waited like a dog being told to stay even though a giant bone was infront of it's maw. Patience on the outside yet anxiety on the inside.
