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12-27-2013, 04:12 AM
The girl’s wings churned furiously, hooves skimming the clouds, gaining altitude and speed until she hit a warm autumn thermal. Wings spread wide, she relaxed, allowing herself to glide along on the breeze, far above the trees. Pleased with herself, Nasreen took a moment to survey the cloudscape. It was a fantasy of hers that one day, she’d look over and someone would have joined her in the sky—someone to race, someone to teach her some of the fancier maneuvers that she had watched other pegasi execute effortlessly (and that she had only attempted clumsily), or even someone to chat with as they sailed above the earth. She was grateful for the friends she had made here in the edge thus far, but all of her flights had been solo voyages since Amara’s death.
All this time, she had been gliding above a sort of valley, and in her absentminded daydreaming, Nasreen hadn’t realized that as she was gliding down, she had reached the valley’s edge where the earth had begun to rise up once more. Unnoticed by her idle grey eyes, the trees had grown closer and closer, and she was only yanked out of fantasyland when she nearly collided with one of the taller pines. Roughly, she jerked out of harm’s way, but in the process, lost her balance (who knew that was even possible for someone who wasn’t even on the ground?), and made a rather loud and undignified landing in a young thicket.
That was quite enough flying for today, thank you. Sheepishly, she shook her wings off, glad that no one was around to witness this spectacle as she climbed out of the brambles. Nasreen wasn’t one to be easily embarrassed, but she prided herself on being able to fly properly—it had been a skill imparted to her at a young age—and what she had just managed to accomplish…well, it was a far cry from competence. She tucked her head under a wing to reach a thistle that clung persistently to the down, and was greatly surprised to find, in her upside-down vision, a pegasus staring quietly back at her from underneath a tree.
He--he!--here Nasreen almost fled, despite the fact that a winged stranger would be one of the few who could easily catch her should she attempt to escape into the sky—was well-built, possessing large powerful wings, a regal body draped in cream and pinky-gold tobiano, and a strange sense of familiarity that rooted Nasreen to her spot amongst the weeds. It couldn’t be…he really looked nothing like…
“…Quilyan?” she breathed.
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
