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12-29-2013, 07:36 AM
 Alina
Quietly Alina watched as Africa picked up where she had left off. A soft kiss was placed on the colts forehead and words she could not hear was whispered into Dust’s ear. Curious the dove leaned closer, but she understood that the words were meant for the boy and not for her. But she got her fair share as well; a thankful smile. Before Africa could turn and leave Alina said: ”We will see you at the Oasis shortly, Milady!” then the Oracle was off and the dove turned to Dust with a broad smile. The colt seemed very eager. He unfolded his wings; stretched them skywards and he looked so full of anticipation that it warmed Alina’s heart. ”I don’t know how much you have learned previously, but while taking off under these circumstances with soft sand under our hooves it is easier to start by cantering as fast as possible while beating your wings.” she instructed and positioned herself with her downy wings half extended. She also moved her body so that she stood beside him, although giving him enough space for his wings. ”Okay Dust, now concentrate so that you don’t stumble on your feet whilst running. Canter as fast as you can and beat your wings every time your right front hoof hit the ground. Timing is key; it keeps you steady in the beginning." Alina said as she turned to face the sand dunes before them. ”Let’s go!” She heaved her body forwards, knowing that she would be faster than the colt. If she was a few steps ahead of him it would be easier for him to copy her movements. She beat her big, downy wings; careful to do exactly as she had instructed Dust to do. Since she had been flying for years she had developed a feeling for it, but if she wanted to guide the colt to that same understanding she had to teach him the basics first. As her powerful wings trapped the air beneath them she felt how her body became lighter and lighter until her hooves didn’t touch the ground anymore. She turned back towards Dust and called over the wind that rushed in her ears: ”When you can’t feel the sand anymore tuck your legs underneath you and keep beating your wings at the same rhythm.”  bg and flower: locolobo.net |
