It wasn't he who stared so intently at the dancing, prancing pegasus that she could feel the weight of the eyes. Lace was just emerging, dragon in tow, over the edge of the cliff where he had been struggling to ascend the steep trail. While not exactly out of shape, the muscles that rippled beneath his shimmering metallic coat were those of a dancer, a messenger or an endurance racer; slender and lean, wiry as opposed to the swelling bulk you so often found in trained warriors. They decidedly weren't designed to bring him up mountain paths, and so the grullo was somewhat out of breath by the time he dragged himself out onto the beautiful plateau and gazed across it. The slender, cat-like White had been laughing at his efforts for the past few hours, and showed no signs of stopping now as she flew past him and sped out across the meadow with insulting lack of effort - her mocking chirrups earned her a dirty look from the equine as she went.

"What I wouldn't give for a pair of wings" he mumbled grudgingly and started out in the wake of the dragon, all while looking around to make sure that there was no flaming god around to disrupt the peace and quiet. The place did indeed seem to be deserted - or well, almost at any rate. There was a horse prancing around some ways off, a pegasus judging by the wings and the vivid blue coloration that almost blended in with the all but cloudless sky. Lace watched it with some interest, realizing that it wasn't so much dancing as sparring with an invisible opponent. He kept them in sight as he went, napping at the grass in passing - it was why he had come after all, to find something to eat that wasn't yellowed and dry in the summer heat. Upon a closer inspection he guessed that the other must be female. There was something about the sway of the hips as she moved, of the litheness in her overall built that suggested it; though he wouldn't have guessed if judging by her prowess alone, for he detected some serious skills in her moves. At the very least she had been properly trained at one point; he found himself humming appreciatively as she made a sudden turn in the air, bucked and put something away among the feathers of her wing. Very good, he wouldn't want to find himself on the receiving end of that kick.

Smiling a bit to himself he kept away from her so as not to intrude on her practice, ignored the dragon that had started to prod his mind in an annoying way to get his attention and bowed down to graze. The sun was warm, the breeze kept the flies away; life was good, and Lace was intent on enjoying it to the fullest.

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-