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Feather’s mottled with all of the same bleak hues of her hoofed equivalent rippled and rustled as she swept upon the mountain pasture once again in parrot form. She lacked the grace and modesty which once she had flown with, this winged body was short, stout and not built to soar the high altitude channels of air once her haven. The pattern of her flight was buffered constantly by the mountain winds which swirled tauntingly between cloud shrouded peaks, and she swung precariously left and right as she went, as though she were merely a leaf at the mercy of a wicked spring squall. She persisted though, with dogged determination driving her heart, and peered with bright mustard-washed eyes down towards the field which opened through the rocky tors below.

She and Ampere had set a task before the herd- to patrol the regions of Helovia thoroughly, and report any findings (no matter how trivial) back to either head of government. Certainly Africa had been tardy herself in completing this, so she could not resent the lack of activity by those who dwelt by her side in Dragon’s Throat. Nevertheless, new motivation was streaming through blue blood veins, and she had set off early so that she would descend on the northern area some time before the scorching sun had risen to his throne in the vast blue arc of sky- that which seemed not all too far away from the field itself.

Her stocky avian body dropped well clear of the veiling mist and cloud. Seldom did she find the strength to lift into its eerie midst, though in bursts she had played recklessly through the flimsy rim. Down, down; clutching wings snug against the fluttering grey feathers along each flank, closing ground in hurried circles that ceased only by the point of a crop of rough granite piled together. There she took post, passing a pinning pupil upwards when the grim shadow of her companion passed swiftly, watchfully, across her perch. Already he had seen the waif collapsed in the grass; a stallion knelt by her side- his eyes were sharper than those of a raucous, rambunctious parrot, and he filled her mind with an urgent sort of caution that caused warm skin the tremble.

Quickly Africa’s eyes tightened together, seeling out all light and distraction as she internalised her focus and braced for the wretched pain to come. Bones began suddenly to grow, to fracture and reform; skin to stretch and burn, and feathers to shrivel and vanish as she morphed awkwardly into Pegasus form. Her mind howled in agony, and reclined ears throbbed to the beat of her pounding pulse. For a long moment she was deafened, blinded by the irony of her gift, her ability to fly.

Consciousness returned rapidly as the joints and sinew beneath the flinch of her drab coat began to settle. Her thoughts swam quickly to the vision given by the zephyr and she glanced to where he hovered dutifully above the duo. She thanked him wordlessly; love and appreciation spilling through each heart naturally, and began at once at a careful walk towards an eastern cliff-face hedged by long, lush meadow grass. The foal and her company lay not against the cold crude wall, but closer, propped upon knobbly knees helplessly against a plot of cold naked soil.

There was another crouched with her- an unfamiliar Pegasus that shared no qualities with the child. Perhaps then, she thought pausing suddenly with no wish to intrude, they were herd-mates rather than family. Though the body language shared blatantly between them seemed not to suggest either. Drawing a breath, confused with the scent of both others of her knid, Africa slipped forwards again... "Hello?" She called quietly; frighteningly aware of the tranquillity born from the solitude of the land. Africa wished not to startle the strangers, and approached with due caution, staggered steps and nostrils fluttering softly in greeting. "Are you both alright?" Even before the pair had been found, the dappled mare had scanned the near vicinity for trace of another, a mare, and it troubled her now that one so young and vulnerable had not a mother nearby.

Africa