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02-15-2016, 09:12 PM
The prince flies.
It isn't a flight for travel - no, he had taken to the sky for the pure joy of it, nothing more - and so he soars, the sun glinting on his golden wings, the wind tugging at his wild mane. Zarina clings to his nape, settled at its base in a particularly dense clump of hair that she has claimed as her own. His antics in the air had terrified her, once - but now she shared in his pleasure as they rise through the clouds, plummet toward the ground, flare out their wings just in time --
And then they are on the beach, and he is laughing with exhilaration, and she is scolding him playfully for almost killing them, even though she knew that they were perfectly safe the entire time.
It has been some time since he has been able to smile and laugh, and the marmoset finds herself relaxing. He may have been an idiot, sure; and he may have managed to stumble off and lose his memory, destroying all of the good in his idiot life - but he was her idiot, and she loves him, and she wants to see him happy. And it has been so long since he has ben anywhere even remotely close to happy.
The stallion tosses his head and, as he turns, takes note of a rather large lump sitting a way down the beach. He decides to explore and, Zarina in tow, sets off at a trot, enjoying the weather and the sun and the dolphins leaping through the waves. As he grows closer, he becomes aware of the fact that what he is approaching is a pair of pegasi. He hasn't had any real interaction in some time. Perhaps this will be fun. (He ignores the prospect of it turning out horribly, with him having somehow met and angered these two in his past life. It is going to be fun, he is sure of it.)
"Hello!" he trumpets, announcing his presence cheerfully. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
"more words."
It isn't a flight for travel - no, he had taken to the sky for the pure joy of it, nothing more - and so he soars, the sun glinting on his golden wings, the wind tugging at his wild mane. Zarina clings to his nape, settled at its base in a particularly dense clump of hair that she has claimed as her own. His antics in the air had terrified her, once - but now she shared in his pleasure as they rise through the clouds, plummet toward the ground, flare out their wings just in time --
And then they are on the beach, and he is laughing with exhilaration, and she is scolding him playfully for almost killing them, even though she knew that they were perfectly safe the entire time.
It has been some time since he has been able to smile and laugh, and the marmoset finds herself relaxing. He may have been an idiot, sure; and he may have managed to stumble off and lose his memory, destroying all of the good in his idiot life - but he was her idiot, and she loves him, and she wants to see him happy. And it has been so long since he has ben anywhere even remotely close to happy.
The stallion tosses his head and, as he turns, takes note of a rather large lump sitting a way down the beach. He decides to explore and, Zarina in tow, sets off at a trot, enjoying the weather and the sun and the dolphins leaping through the waves. As he grows closer, he becomes aware of the fact that what he is approaching is a pair of pegasi. He hasn't had any real interaction in some time. Perhaps this will be fun. (He ignores the prospect of it turning out horribly, with him having somehow met and angered these two in his past life. It is going to be fun, he is sure of it.)
"Hello!" he trumpets, announcing his presence cheerfully. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
"more words."
Quilyan
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