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Freckled so delicately with star-glitter (practically), and accented by the contrasting tones of both night and day, the approaching picture of exquisite femininity inundated his awareness. For a moment, the world around them seemed to pause. The confident note of her voice splayed through the wind ahead of her swift-tread, and in true Pegasus fashion Hector welcomed her forward with half-lifted wings and a bared throat, nostrils rattling softly all the while. He’d seen her only a couple of times in passing during patrols, but was yet to find the opportunity to introduce himself. A charming smile seeped into his expression, fading out both the growing curiosity and unavoidable bewilderment stemming from his discovery of the floating landscape.
Her poise appeared to waver though when she neared him and the soldier’s fiery-red gaze narrowed beneath fluttering copper lashes; he was hesitating with her, unsure what had caused such a sweet-looking demeanour to swing so unexpectedly! Gold-speckled wings closed rapidly against his thick barrel, and the sinew lurking beneath the glossy rust hue of his coat rippled with caution. Hector lowered his great skull, dipping it as Serenity did, and the two dull ivory horns upon it sank to a friendly height near level to his withers. Silken tresses the same wash as his coat rippled playfully as the wind rushed by.
"Hector. Also from the Throat," he followed promptly (officially as was his training), and then she spoke again. Almost as suddenly as the doubt had leaked into her expression, it seemed to vanish, and the soldier offered again his smile; though this time it was softer, considerate, and without the vain attraction before felt. Her effervescence was quite contagious, and his ears danced to the rhythm of words, inspired,
excited. He let himself be lead forward, her enthusiasm tickling his interest, and as they passed by the arena on the way, whispered,
"This is all very bizarre!" Veci drifted off to the side, curling his invisible body around the fence post combed by the wandering eye of his bonded; the mischievous Boggart was just as intrigued.
They came to the tent Serenity had mentioned, and Hector paused before it, one hoof hanging suspended above sand.
Like home! he marvelled. There were spears to either side, warlike, iron perhaps, like the wall which had once marked the Throat’s borderline.
"Wow," he began quietly, stunned somewhat,
"do you suppose our God has made this?" Wide eyes turned to the mare and thoughtfulness pooled within them. The God of the Sun, he knew now, favoured beauty- and
this was all gloriously so.
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