This god did not leave footprints in his wake, he left life. It seemed to be oozing from every inch of him, the land was restored as he walked. I watched in awe. My tiny golden hooves shook with a mixture of fear, jo, and delight. But fear of the powerful being was overtaken by the lithe emotions, making my tiny cinnamon body bound towards the bay. I flapped my wing, and flopped my destorted one. I ran up to the side of the god, my pace doubled to keep up with him. My eyes were not ahead, but fixed on the mystical being. I was too busy ogling at the stallion to notice the light was still gone. But that was of no matter. He has fixed the plants, and grass. I can now eat with comfort, other than the bitter, dead grass.
I pranced with high heels, and grea elegance, trying to impress his greatness. I puffed out my chest, and arched my tiny neck, not saying a word to the great stallion. I tried to hide the huge grin of delight on my face, as my eyes still peered towards the god.
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