Alina

High up in the sky, under the glorious, warm sun she flew; a little dove so white one must squint to avoid being blinded by the rays reflecting on her cremello skin. The sunlight filtered though her silky mane and tail, giving every strand of hair a golden lining. Some might say she was beautiful, but she was a frail little dove with skinny legs and weak shoulders to a slender body lacking in muscles. Most would just call her delicate instead of beautiful, but then again beauty is always in the eye of the beholder and the little dove never seemed to worry herself with thoughts of her own appearance.

She was humming and mused silently at a thought that had popped up in her head just a few moments ago. A big smile rested comfortably on her lips as if her lips had never known a frown. She moved her legs like she was galloping over the skies as she looped and spiraled with the air currents.

She was unaware of the strange horses in the midst of the green, lush forest under her and their feelings towards the warm sun that she herself enjoyed so much. But when the raven mare stirred and circled to the ground her sent rode an upwards draft and reached the pale pink nostrils of the little dove in the sky. The dove stopped the downwards spiral she’d begun and hung still in the heavens. Her white, downy wings were beating the air around her as she raised her upper lip to better examine the scent. Her smile broadened. A pegasus! Her happiness knew no boundaries and she quickly leaned into a sharp dive.

Closing in on the trees she opened her wings and caught a warm draft to begin her careful decent. It was a bit hotter now that she was closer to the ground, but the little dove still liked it. She found an opening between the green crowns of the trees and aimed straight for it. As she sunk beneath the green leaves and needles she began beating her wings with all her might to slow her speed. She landed softly with the golden sun in her back. The blood vessels in her wings became visible because of the background light and every little feather had got a touch of gold. But as soon as her small hooves met the moist ground she folded her wings over her short back and slender sides.

She trotted softly towards the dark pegasus who were her exact opposite in all but gender and height. But then the dove smelled the blood and she saw the grey unicorn lying in the dirt. All words she had planned to say, all the nice greetings, disappeared and instead of introducing herself the little dove bowed her head towards the grey stallion and said: ”Oh you poor thing! Whatever happened to you?” Her emerald eyes were bright with concern and compassion, but on her face a smile still rested - a careful smile, but a smile nonetheless.


ooc; I hope it is ok that I jump in here :)


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