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11-27-2012, 01:32 PM
Another day came, but this morning was less dreary then previous ones. He left Cera to make morning rounds, keen on returning to surprise the youth with a day of relaxation and perhaps a trip outside their sleepy hovel. Everything was pointing toward a quiet morning and afternoon, heavy ivory beat on either side. The only sound for miles was the steady rhythm of wing and a faint whinny from bordering patrols, both wingless and feathered. Warming air took his kind into the skies once again. Birdsong was nearing, it wouldn’t be long before he and Cera could head out for flying lessons. It was both a proud moment and a sad one; memories still lingered from his first son. But, the sandy patched cherub was different; less brash and more readily willing to learn. Midas hadn’t broken the happy news to his colt yet, he was waiting for the time to be right. Banking sharply with limps striking virgin air he circled the valley twice before finding satisfaction and turned toward home. Bottomless pools easily spotted his child among shallow trees, and a small figure Midas didn’t recognize. Alighting sharply, a loud snort emerged, feathers jutted back with limps pressing forward to absorb shock and distribute his weight. Muscles shifted almost instantly upon touching down, closing his bulky wings. A common smile, normal for him creased the corners of his maternal face. “Cera, you’ve been making friends,” closing the distance between them Midas lowered muzzle and gently nibbled forelock, “Who is this?” kind gaze turned to the slightly older filly, realizing that no Throat essence lingered on her pelt. |
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