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Aleta had only been alive for a short time, but she was becoming quite confident that springtime was her favorite time. Ah, how wonderful it was to step out of winter's cold embrace and into the ephemeral beauty of spring! However temporary the season may be, it brought with it sunshine and birdsong, a pleasant warmth on even the sensitive hide of the lightning girl, a cheerful melody with which to dance along. The princess explored in peace and solitude, drawn without reason to the wandering ways of her mother.
The air was cool and the breeze was pleasant as the Czar's daughter made her way through the lands surrounding her home, refusing to stop until she found somewhere new. Hours passed, and still she walked, enjoying the sensation of exercising her lower limbs rather than her wings. Eventually, she came to a secluded forest and entered its gentle clutches with no more than a slight hesitation at its edge. Inside, the light dappled her hide in varying shades of beige and grey. The birds were louder here, their cries echoing through the canopy and caressing the girl's sensitive ears. It was almost too much, but not quite - it was still pleasant, in any case, and that was enough to spur the filly onward.
When she came to a small meadow, complete with a picturesque pond and a dripping stranger, the girl hesitated in the shadows, loathe to disturb the peaceful scene before her. The filly that grazed upon the emerald grasses was pure white and crowned with dual horns; her wings were folded neatly at her sides as she seemed to bask in the sunlight that mottled the ground around her. Aleta paused for but a moment before stepping forward, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Hello," the lightning girl called, cautiously exiting the trees' shadowy embrace. "May I join you?"
"Talk."
The air was cool and the breeze was pleasant as the Czar's daughter made her way through the lands surrounding her home, refusing to stop until she found somewhere new. Hours passed, and still she walked, enjoying the sensation of exercising her lower limbs rather than her wings. Eventually, she came to a secluded forest and entered its gentle clutches with no more than a slight hesitation at its edge. Inside, the light dappled her hide in varying shades of beige and grey. The birds were louder here, their cries echoing through the canopy and caressing the girl's sensitive ears. It was almost too much, but not quite - it was still pleasant, in any case, and that was enough to spur the filly onward.
When she came to a small meadow, complete with a picturesque pond and a dripping stranger, the girl hesitated in the shadows, loathe to disturb the peaceful scene before her. The filly that grazed upon the emerald grasses was pure white and crowned with dual horns; her wings were folded neatly at her sides as she seemed to bask in the sunlight that mottled the ground around her. Aleta paused for but a moment before stepping forward, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Hello," the lightning girl called, cautiously exiting the trees' shadowy embrace. "May I join you?"
"Talk."
@Erthë
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