The stallion embraced his freedom with open wings, in both the literal and figurative sense. After so long running from his problems, it felt refreshing to be able to at last be able to enjoy the world and not fear it, with the sun once again blooming in the sky each morn, it's iridescent iris opening sleeping and brushing the sands of time from its face, the golden boy felt an old sense of joy awaken in his heart. Trough the fear and darkness he had clung to his brother, the perfect reflection of himself, and refused to let go for even an instant, yet here he was now; alone, yet carefree.

He knew Tess (for that was the unfortunate nickname bestowed upon his 'little brother') would be safe within the boundaries of his new home in the sands of Dragons Throat, so for the first time in what felt like centuries, but in reality was a single drawn out year, he was able to go where he wanted without constantly turning back to ensure his reflection was still there, still breathing, and still safe.

His wings beat as dawn broke and as he flew toward the sun he watched with squinted orbs as the sun cracked and broke over the horizon. Slowly the navy canvas was painted with pinks and orange hues, the colours dancing in the skies, smeared only by a flurry of pale white as the occasional cloud drifted lazily by. The wind sailed through his hair, billowing his long platinum crest out behind him like the white hot blaze of a comet. His docked tail fluttered with glee as his deer like legs tucked gracefully up toward his chest. Silver, cloven hooves glinted like diamond as a spark of sunlight hit the perfect sheen and bi-coloured eyes; one deep chocolate, the other azure; shone with ecstasy.

It was like a drug, the feeling of flight; addictive and awe-inspiring, cathartic and adrenaline pumping. One wrong move and you fell to a death you did not expect, though Felix had never met anyone foolish enough to fall out of the sky (the thought never occurred to him that those so called fools were all dead). He whinnied, golden pelt heated by the sun as he angled his wings downward toward the great cerulean ocean, it's glistening waves beckoning him. As he descended, he twisted wings upward as that he flew perpendicular to the waves, one slender leg extending so that his hoof tip glided through the water. Each wind beat brought his primaries nearly touching the water and he felt the cool, salty droplets spray his chest and ankles. He could taste the sea foam and he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent.

Wings beat faster now, taking him back higher away from the waves and as he did, his topaz eye caught sight of gold. It was smaller than the sun and as he turned he was at first mistaken, thinking his brother had joined him. He ascended quickly, grin spreading wide over his face as he realized that the figure lacked the teal ring upon its face, nor was her mane cropped short as his brothers was. No, this was a mare, and a beauty at that (he was a bit bias, finding the golden plumage of his family the most attractive coloration). He whinnied once more, not realising that the mare was deep in thought. He was know known for his ability to empathise with strangers. He was far too overjoyed with the world to consider its impurities. "'Lo friend! A fine morning, is it not?!" He called out, beating his wings in the with the mare, throwing back the golden waterfall of hair that stroked his shoulders.

"Speech goes here" @[Sage] @[Murdock]