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12-26-2014, 09:50 AM
For One More Day, I'm Not Afraid to Fall
'Hello!' The sound of an unknown voice caused Apollo's head to snap to the side, honey-brown oculars widening in brief surprise as a winged young creature headed his direction. Who in the world...? Now, the stallion was incredibly good with remembering names with faces, but the alabaster Pegasus that sauntered towards him was unrecognizable. She was young; incredibly young, and hands shorter than him, and Apollo wondered why someone so young would be wandering Helovia alone and unsupervised... But then he remembered; this was Helovia. "Greetings, Pale Sister!" Apollo nickered out as the winged child grew closer, "A good afternoon to you." At his call, Zola's head jerked sideways as well, nose twitching and whiskers poised forward as she tried to place this creature who had so suddenly joined them. Apollo could feel the worry and concern through their delicate, precious bond, and knowing better than to leave his precious bond-mate upon the dangerous ground, the Merciful lowered his maw, grasped Zola by her scruff, and lifted her into the air to place her gently upon his withers. Settling upon the overo's back, the black feline settled down upon his spine, warmed by his body, head turned towards the approaching mare and staring at her through narrowed, eyeless sockets. Although her own eyes, which never developed, could not be used to see the young Pegasus, Zola was beginning to 'see' through Apollo's very own eyes. It was a weird, yet intimate feeling, but something that Apollo wouldn't trade for the world. "What a beautiful Birdsong day it is, don't you agree?" He asked, all previous fear of the churning ocean completely forgotten, "Ah, forgive my rude manners... I'm Apollo the Merciful, and this is Zola, my companion." A brief flare of concern flowed through Zola's veins, and in turn, the monochromatic stallion could feel it. Would this young stranger think strange of her for not having eyes? For being handicapped or defective? There was nothing wrong with her, not at all... And she could handle herself just fine, to an extent, and was no different than everyone else... Save her missing eyes. Peace, my bundle of Earth, Apollo reassured mentally, twisting his neck to once more press his muzzle into the softness of the ebony feline's fur, She's a friend. Or so Apollo hoped. @[Spice] For One More Day, We Try to Save it All
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