Was I late?
Oh great Sun God, please don't let me be late for this patrol.
I didn't really know what a patrol was. But I obviously would not be asking that on his patrol. Obviously. Maybe I would ask later. Or...yeah. Later.
I glided through the sky, a few beats here and there...because I was on an air current. They are...the most interesting thing ever. It's like a path in the sky that pushes you places and you can hardly control yourself...well you can, but you are moving. Through the sky! How cool is that!

I was fascinated by these things, but on the outside, I was gliding through the sky on one, these thoughts of amazement filling my head...I had no real appearance of being exited about my recent discovery. I was quiet as I flew, observant of the lands below. Forest. It kind of reminded me of the forest me and Resplendence and Valiance had met in. I supposed it was and I soon was overcome with a sense of calm. That mare made me want to smile, for some odd reason. So, I did. Remembering the great red dragon perched atop her poll. And at first sight, she truly looked menacing. But she was kind, calm, and serene. We had our own thoughts and ways, but she seemed to get me. As I did her.

Swooping over, I tilt my wings to the left, to the ground. Aiming at an open clearing in the woods. The Deep Forest was the name. Something like that...I think. Smiling as I land, I feel myself getting better at it. Soon, I will be a good flier. I just needed to fly a lot to get the hang of it better and better...then I would be able to fly everywhere. I think.

Who knows? Maybe sometimes I just want to walk? I guess if I want to walk, I'd walk. Hm. Flying made the muscles in my back and sides feel powerful. I liked feeling powerful. It was fun and different. I guess that was why I liked it.
I'd been wandering for a few minutes. I hadn't noticed the way I wondered with a sense of actually knowing where I was. I don't know how that could be possible. And then again, maybe it isn't. I pick up a mild trail. The Wildfire. Following it, crown lowered closer to the ground, I feel like a hound dog from the fox and hound story my mom told me about. A dog creature sniffing the ground, following along with the scent of the fox with his head to the ground. Frankly, I didn't like that story. But the sniffing the ground thing seemed to help, as I actually had found The Wildfire.

Smiling, I come into his view. "Hello sir. I'm Spice, if you do not remember. And I was with Rhoa when I met you." I nod to him. Though, I do not notice the uneasy look on his face.

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Yup. He was screaming at me.

I didn't notice at first that he was only screaming because he could not hear. I had it put into my head that he was upset. That was what my mother did when she where upset about something, though she told me she was screaming inside. She never raised her voice at me. And I am glad for it. Everyday, well almost, I think of how I could be different if she screamed at me or told me to work harder...
Or even taught how to fly.
Because that would have made a tremendous difference. Yup.
When I'd caught on that he was only screaming because he could not hear his own voice, I decided it only fitting that I screamed as well, leaning closer to him I screamed "OKAY! WHERE DO WE START?" I don't know what else to say -scream- because I have never done one of these things before.

I look over him once again, my concerns resting not on his hear problem, but his wings. What in the world! How...how did they flame and flicker like that? It was like Rhoa's wings but more...flame-y. I remembered whens he first met him, it wasn't like this then. Lower. Almost to embers. But now it was wider. I didn't want to know what powered the flames. I was guessing it was sudden burst of emotion, how Rhoa's seemed to pulse all the time, the Wildfire's seemed to stay in one spot.

I wonder if he is mad at me while I wait for his reply.

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I can't help but smile at the help the tiny dragon was giving the man. It seemed she could hear me. Well, obviously she could, but I didn't know she could actually understand me. Interesting. I wonder inside if all animals do.

And for a few moments, I feel content.

"THIS.."

The dragon reminded him with a light smack that he was talking really loud and he quieted when he spoke his neck words. And though it might sound weird in his head, I was happy not to be screaming at him.

He turned and started walking down a pathway that seemed it had been created through out the years of equines and pegasus' and uni-horns. The man had stepped off the path, and was nosing forward with light words. I had started to pass him, walking by with only a nod so that no screaming would need to happen.
I didn't really like the darkness, but it's not like I could show it here. I mean, I saw it every night, and every night I am just fine. And, now that I think about it, I don't see why I was all that scared in the first place.

I am shrouded by darkness. My old life, it is just a fairytale -nightmare- now. I can't go back. The darkness was wrapped around that place and so was my want to love my mother. Now, I don't want to love her. She kept me there when I could have seen all of this.

Heloiva... life. That thing I had been living before was only just a pseudo. Now I am not as alone as I was before. And I take this life gladly. I just see darkness around my scheme to get out. And I don't like it. I know my mother would not want me to be thinking about leaving because...why would I ever leave?

But I hope she knows me good enough to realize that I left because of her.

Her and her stories.

They helped me realize what I want to do. What I want to be. And now, I have finally found that. I glance up from the ground I had been staring at as I was deep in thoughts about darkness. There where flaming stags in their path, lighting the way. I wonder how the Wild Fire has made them, but I do not say a word, only start to walk down the lit path quietly, thoughts of darkness trailing behind me, left in their home.

The darkness.

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