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The day was cooler than Africa was used to- hot, and typically Tallsun, but quite unlike the overbearing heat of her mostly uncomfortable desert home. It was always a pleasure to escape the burden, and dabble through the various wildernesses which lay like a patchwork quilt across Helovia's diverse plane. It had been so long since she had soared above it all, soaking in the wonder as it poured beneath; a blur of ever-changing colours; a kaleidoscope.
Instead, she had grown quite adept at rummaging through the intricacies which, once upon a time, she had failed to even notice. So brilliant was the natural lore of the country that the young one-winged mare could lose track of time entirely and travel for days at a time; sampling the different palates spread through the different environments, and slumbering at large (in a sense) beneath the shelter of the assorted native trees throughout.
It was about mid-day- perhaps just after, and the humidity had escalated to a point where Africa wondered if there might be an evening storm born from its sticky, substantial midst. With a heavy sigh she peered upwards, scanning the vast sea of dazzling blue sky between the spindly, scant canopy of the old trees. There was no hint of any such blessing; no grey marred the inviting arc there above them all.
Right then, Silas's ebony-black form slipped before her peeled, amber-brown eyes and Africa smiled with unbridled delight as the small avian fluttered downwards to meet his bonded. Often he would part from her for brief intervals, and the young mare really could neither blame him nor deny him the privilege which had been gifted to him at birth; she did not impose her wretched curse of gravity upon her friend, ever.
Casually, the little Zephyr came to settle upon her back; his home of sorts, appealing to him when he found not the urge to fly. Africa greeted him with a cheerful flurrying breath, her eyes warm with affection as they exchanged a heartfelt glance. Afterwards, the dappled Pegasus lowered her face once more, skimming her lips by the matted sheet of dead and rotting leaves, and little stones across the forest's unkempt floor- searching always for minute treasures, hidden flowers or the like. Silas tucked his sharp beak contentedly down through the fluffed feathers lining his back, adjusting those which had been misplaced during flight.
All seemed relatively tranquil when the unexpected thump of what Africa could only presume to be an enormous horse, or a bumbling idiot's hooves, resounded through the peaceful atmosphere of the day. Silas paused his preening as the banter of birdlife ceased, stretching his neck and flattening the glossy feathers around it warily as he did so. The grey mare lifted her face and looked about her inquisitively, long dark-grey ears danced around fishing through the sudden silence for any other sign of the wanderer's direction.
It was the flash of startling red which snagged both the mare's attention and that of her companion, firstly. Unusual scarlet markings dressed his hulking legs, as he paraded raucously through the Threshold and Africa turned towards him as he came nearer. A low, steadily rumbling stirred from Silas's throat- a warning indeed, that that stallion should mind his distance. Unsettled by the manner of his passing- rough and inconsiderate to those helpless saplings which he shoved so carelessly aside, the gentle mare snorted gruffly and stepped brazenly forward to obstruct his destructive path.
Ooc: :) don't forget to delete your 'bump'!
@[Krieger]
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