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03-20-2014, 12:26 AM
I shift slightly at the god's next question. I let others speak as I contemplate it deeply. A sigh passes from my lips as I hear the typical response of "I would've been braver." Mortals need to understand they can't live in the past. They all need to move forward. I need to move forward. Funny how my condescension completely backfired and really I'm stating everything I'm doing.
After a winged and horned stallion speaks I seize my opportunity to say my piece. "I wouldn't live in the past. I'd look beyond myself and take this life I've been given to live... Most of all I'd stop looking back at what I had and rather what I have. Because of my self pity I didn't do anything but hide in the dark. I would've push past my pain to help others over myself."
Basically I would do it all over, and all I want is that chance. If there is one thing I could take back, it would be my flight. I would give anything to taste of the blessings of flight. My eyes drift over to the other pegasi and a light of envy shines in my eyes. I hope they all treasure what they have, for it is a thing easily lost.
In silence my gaze shifts back to the glowing god. Part of me wonders what kind of life he has seen, and how he treats his subjects. At least now I can see a certain level of compassion, and I have deep admiration for him.
After a winged and horned stallion speaks I seize my opportunity to say my piece. "I wouldn't live in the past. I'd look beyond myself and take this life I've been given to live... Most of all I'd stop looking back at what I had and rather what I have. Because of my self pity I didn't do anything but hide in the dark. I would've push past my pain to help others over myself."
Basically I would do it all over, and all I want is that chance. If there is one thing I could take back, it would be my flight. I would give anything to taste of the blessings of flight. My eyes drift over to the other pegasi and a light of envy shines in my eyes. I hope they all treasure what they have, for it is a thing easily lost.
In silence my gaze shifts back to the glowing god. Part of me wonders what kind of life he has seen, and how he treats his subjects. At least now I can see a certain level of compassion, and I have deep admiration for him.
