The filly was young, but with every new day she ventured more and more. Destry grumbles as she flaps her wings in annoyance. With her father, she had had a few moments of flight, but she still had a lot to learn. Concentration is written on her face as she runs, leaping into the air and flapping her wings quickly. She flew for but a few moments. She lands harshly, almost falling over. A cough emanates through her as she has to stop for a few minutes. Once her breathing returns to normal, she steadies herself and pushes herself forward, dark red daggers digging into the ground. She leaps off a rock, pushing her wings out and using what strength she had to push the air below her and gift her with the ability of flight. She does not fall, or stagger. She is three feet above the ground, all her strength concentrated on keeping her up. She nearly squeals in excitement as she continues to fly, but she was still weak and it is not long before her hooves meet the ground it is. Destry is not disappointed, though, she had flew. It had not been for a long while, but it was still the longest stretch of time she ever had.
Mother will be worried. Though Destry continues forward, setting a easy pace of a slow trot. Bright, curious red and blue eyes are wide as she takes the landscape in. Nostrils flaring, they take in every new and foreign scent possible. The grass sways at her legs and tickles them as she dances forward, creamy trendils of hair floating behind her. As she makes her way up a pathway, her vision is soon obscured by clouds and fog. She snorts, slowing to a crawl as she feels her way along, senses blaring danger. She hugs the side of the trail that is against the large mound that she would learn was called a mountain. All of the sudden, the opaque wall is gone and she is blinking in the harsh sunlight. It is warmer, and she lets her black coat absorb the heat, red constellations dancing and glittering across her purple-black pelt. It was as if she was adorned in jewels.
As she enters the meadow, she sees to other fillies, older then her. She trots forward, pushing her black and red wings out to her sides and the grass is pushed away by them as she works her way to the two pale horses. One has four wings, and Destry can't help but marvel at them. As she nears, she sees a horn on the other- a hybrid just like her. She tosses her crania, black and red horn glinting in the sun. She then notices the intricate golden swirls and patterns upon the wings and horn of the oldest one. She has to peel her eyes away, realize she is staring. She nickers as she approaches and then stands still, offering a smile. "Hello."
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"These soldiers are not here to kill you; They're here to protect you."
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