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01-30-2015, 11:40 PM
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The Morningstar
It had been nearly a whole season since I'd last flown over the misty sea to the west. Nearly a season since I lept into the ocean after a mare who seemed to wish herself dead, only for that to not be true. And yet, as I flew over the sea, lo and behold what should I see but the same pale mare, Brisa, and yet again she was in the water. But this time I did not plunge in after her, no, the water wasn't frigid death this late in Birdsong, and she was not out far, merely a legs-length into the surf. I circled above, actually worried about dropping down to meet her. It had been pretty much a season since we last met, would she recall who I was, or would this be one of those awkward situations where I would have to re-introduce myself? Forget it, I felt like a creeper just flying up here. So I tucked wing and dove down, deciding to have a bit of fun. I could feel my body building up speed, building momentum and wings letting out their tell-tale piercing whistle as they cut through the air. At the last second, before I could hit the waves, my wings flared out and I went shooting before Brisa, flashing her a white grin as I passed, water flashing up in my wake from the hooves that dipped in the surf. Speed...ah, nothing better in this world than flight. Without it I would be nothing. My wings pumped the air, pulling me away from the water before I dipped my right wing, curling around in a lazy circle towards the beach and landing a little bit away from the pale beauty. I walk towards her, grinning wide. "Ho! Hello again Brisa, and once more I find you by the water. In better shape this time, I hope?" My head tilts to the side slightly, gaze flickering over her curiously. "talk talk talk" @[Brisa] The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.
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