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04-19-2013, 08:48 PM
Painted into her mind was a set of familiar figures. One paler than the sand she lay upon, a splash of blue curled on her side. Another dark as night, accompanied by a distinctive figure in gold. One white-edged ear twitched as she absorbed this image, dark eyes lifting automatically to where her bonded soared. He was nearly invisible against the blue of the sky and the white of the few clouds that dotted its expanse, yet she knew where he was, where the others he beckoned to her were.
For a long moment she debated whether she wanted to intrude upon two mares she considered friends. Again the image was impressed upon her consciousness, accompanied by a firm insistence. Breathing a sigh of surrender she let a wash of acknowledgement and warm affection flood back through the bond before turning in the appropriate direction. Nimble steps carried her along the ocean's shore, dipping down to where the water had saturated the sand and left it firm underhoof. Her trail was left imprinted for a time, until the surf rose up to wash all trace of her passage behind.
After a time she spotted the two mares and adjusted her trajectory up into the softer, shifting sands. With some effort, for it had been many a season since she'd really traversed a beach, she approached them. Growing closer, she slowed to a cautious amble, sensing the darkness in the air. From high above came a soft trill that became louder before it ended, forewarning of the dragon's descent before he settled with a flutter of multi-hued wings upon his bonded's haunches. Even as he flipped his wings closed he was creeping forward to perch on her withers, crooning softly.
Dark eyes turned a questioning gaze toward Mirage before she deduced the sadness she could almost taste on the air was from Gossamer. Her muzzle lowered to brush against her pale friend's neck, her blue visible over her head where he leaned as far forward as he dared over her withers. "We are here, my friend." She said softly, simply.
For a long moment she debated whether she wanted to intrude upon two mares she considered friends. Again the image was impressed upon her consciousness, accompanied by a firm insistence. Breathing a sigh of surrender she let a wash of acknowledgement and warm affection flood back through the bond before turning in the appropriate direction. Nimble steps carried her along the ocean's shore, dipping down to where the water had saturated the sand and left it firm underhoof. Her trail was left imprinted for a time, until the surf rose up to wash all trace of her passage behind.
After a time she spotted the two mares and adjusted her trajectory up into the softer, shifting sands. With some effort, for it had been many a season since she'd really traversed a beach, she approached them. Growing closer, she slowed to a cautious amble, sensing the darkness in the air. From high above came a soft trill that became louder before it ended, forewarning of the dragon's descent before he settled with a flutter of multi-hued wings upon his bonded's haunches. Even as he flipped his wings closed he was creeping forward to perch on her withers, crooning softly.
Dark eyes turned a questioning gaze toward Mirage before she deduced the sadness she could almost taste on the air was from Gossamer. Her muzzle lowered to brush against her pale friend's neck, her blue visible over her head where he leaned as far forward as he dared over her withers. "We are here, my friend." She said softly, simply.
