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Saoirse is resting with a triumphant heart. A permanent smile plants itself along his darkened lips, as radiant as his emerald eyes. The boy is conquering the winds, he is mastering his wings – soon, he too would be able to maneuver the heavens without having to rest.
His legs however, are scattered with shallow nicks and scrapes. The fruits of his labor stand proudly with smudges of crusted blood. He’s made the effort of cleaning them off from the salty waters; and dips his head to lick the sting off. The taste of iron tang meets his tongue. The pain itself is nothing but a brief nuisance. It’s nothing compared to the yearning he feels, waiting for his mother to return. Losing sight of her on the horizon, trying to keep his tears from rolling down his face. But he’s emotional, he’s too open and nearly every time she must leave, he feels their trails stain his face the moment she lifts off.
The worst is when she leaves without telling the lad. Eager to spend time with her, thinking of all the places they can go, the wonders of the world that she might explain. But his joy and hopes crash when the searching becomes excessive, when her scent is lost to the sea spray – and the day darkens with a heavy, throbbing pain in his chest.
But today is something else. Today Saorise can show her how much he’s learned since her departure. It elevates his soul, giddy and energetic with this news. Perchance she will praise him, once, for doing the right thing.
Before that, however, a lovely lady hovers within the Throat. Her form is adorned with gold tips, and horns – like his. His mouth hangs open as he watches her, the invitation hanging still and mute, before he blinked and wiggled his ears in turn. A celebration? A party? Saorise had never been to one before, but he imagined it was the type of thing that needed lots of people to gather at. Who knows? Perhaps he might find a friend in the throng?
He picks up in a hurried canter. The wind pressing against his skin, he tossed a head with a breezy giggle. Sooner or later his mother would join them, he was certain of this. If the lovely lady had called them all, she would arrive with the others. This newfound promise raised his soul, oh of all the things he had to tell mum!
When the dusty boy arrives he recognizes none of them. All are strangers, people he’s never seen before with his young and hopeful eyes. His smile is thrown back to a soft grin. Saoirse’s tail wags, as the only sign of his shy spirit. He attempts to search for his mother, but the decorations absorb the boy’s attentions. Did the lady do this all by herself? A pleasant whinny exits his throat as he approaches one of these vines. Shiny metals strung along them, rocks hidden in the branches that sparkle. He is lost, catching a glimpse of his reflection on one of the ornaments, until the Sultana’s voice booms ahead.
He is swept away by her confidence, the zeal that vibrates into his body shouts out with a growing grin. Saorise had never thought of them as family, had never considered it – what was family? Was it this, the gathering and the experiences they shared? He assumed it was much larger than himself, and that it was foolish of him for not thinking as the Sultana had proclaimed moments ago.
The boy, inspired by the passion in the lady’s voice nears her spot. His whinny bright in greetings, “Thank-you miss! This is… really something.” Saoirse beams and considers his fellow herd mates. Noting the other foal, a filly, standing beside a massive beast!
He darts towards them, wings spread wide as he heralded his presence - standing before them. “Hi! I’ve never seen you before. Actually, I’ve never met anyone here.” He passes his glance between the huge stallion, and the girl that leans against him. Reminding him that his mother should be around soon. He looks about for a moment just to be sure he hasn’t made the awful mistake of ignoring her, before resting his eyes on the strange girl. Her eyes blood red, with strange and peculiar markings that the boy has never seen before.
“I’m Saorise! Those are some pretty neat markings by the way. Wait... are those dragons?!”
The boy's tail swung from side to side in absolute glee.
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Holiday Celebrations! [Meeting and Raffle!]
