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The full moons cast silver light over the meadow. Outlining each green leaf and violet petal in its soft hues as the night embraced the land like a caring mother. Quiet clouds crept in like nervous gray cats, shedding sorrowful tears as they mourned the loss of their warm sun, of which the moon tenderly infused with her ethereal beauty until the each drop reflected and refracted her elegant light. Appearing to all the world as if the sky were dropping delicate diamonds to the earth where they would settle upon the sleeping thistles.
In the quiet of the spring shower the magic of moon, earth, and water created a mystic vision that fills the dreams of young and fanciful equine. With each quiet patter more diamonds coated the plant life until the world sparkled in the moonlight. Tiny beads dotted the rusty dappled coat of the Pegasus like spherical crystals, adorning its mane and tail in beaded fashion, quivering with each slow step. With a shake of his wings the stallion dislodged the water droplets from his feathers, sending them cascading to the earth where they joined their brethren among the flowers.
Mist puffed from flaring nostrils and steam rose off of his body in lazy wisps as the proud beast made its way through the land, providing the final peace to this evening of fantasia. Elegant and strong the creature although devoid of magical power glowed with the natural strength of an equine blessed with strong bloodlines. Well toned muscles strapped powerful legs, carefully lifting each granite hoof above the grass and thistle as the stallion made its way deeper into the meadow. Deep brown pools stared out over the land, drinking in the pristine beauty as his lungs drew in a deep breath of the crisp fresh air.
The world was still not set right, and although the moon now shone brightly and the plant life had begun to come back to life, the world was still devoid of a sun. Stopping the Pegasus snorted quietly, his tail swishing back and forth flicking water from each strand while simultaneously catching even more as they fell from the sky. Even so the stallion did not let such pressing matters dampen his enjoyment of this picturesque vision that stretched out before him. Until the moon had vanished, which it had not done so for the course of what he assumed was many days, announcing the start of another dark day he would be content to spend his evening among the thistle and rain.
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