I'd heard about the Sky Island, or the rumor of it at least. Interesting and good news travels fast, like fire in dry brush. After the healing of Rasta, I had kept not too far behind my Sultanas, especially Africa, feeling that I had a stronger connection with her than with Sohalia. Though of course I did not prefer one damsel over the other, connection can be so important. When I realized that my queens were headed for the island, I thought it might be wise to follow. Perhaps there would be healing magic that I could learn about up in the sky? Some sort of herb that I could discover and learn about? My knowledge of herbs is so dismal.

I am clearly not the only one to follow my queens up here, and I find a very strange black pegasus hugging close to the dapple grey. I take note of the way he looks at her and keep my distance. Following them to discover the island is enough, and I can make my way from here. I glance around and find many faces have appeared. Chatter makes its way through the ranks of a pegasus race. I barely have any time to prepare myself, to notice the Earth Turtle himself or the line on the ground. I have half a mind to just watch them all in the sky. But then... maybe it would be nice to have a little fun. I don't have to chat it up with everyone, but socializing with those outside of my herd would be good for me. And a race? Well, I have beautiful wings that can carry me easily through the sky. Why not try my hoof at it? Everyone is already moving by the time I have decided to join, and I start cantering quickly after them, my wings already open and ready to go to work for me. The wind finds its home underneath my mottled feathers and soon I am in the sky. The wind blows through my mane and tail, lifting them effortlessly. I flap my wings a few times, finding my place on the air pockets that travel invisibly. I see that Africa has transformed to her parrot form, and is participating this way - how clever! Sohalia is here, too, taking part in the race. If my leaders can have a little fun, why can't I? My spirit feels weightless though gravity tugs at my form. Up in the sky is where I belong. The only thing that could make this moment better would be the exchanged places of moon and sun. Why, oh why, can't we do more things at night?

"Speech."

ANDROMEDA