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The light blue stallion was moving through a feild at a slow walk, his wings folded neatly upon his back. His dark eyes were moving along the sky, a small frown hidden among his features. He had not seen his daughters or mate in a long time, but he was sure they were around. It was just a matter of looking in the right spot at the right time, wasn't it?
His wings flared out and he stretched them, letting his gaze fall from the heavens and toward the stream in the distance. It might be best to just go have a nice drink, the weather seemed a bit hot and rivers were always cold and nice. He let his wings fold only partly and began his trip toward the river. He shut his eyes and smiled, letting the air brush through each feather so deligately. He loved doing this with his wings, he loved how it felt.
The light blue stallion was moving through a feild at a slow walk, his wings folded neatly upon his back. His dark eyes were moving along the sky, a small frown hidden among his features. He had not seen his daughters or mate in a long time, but he was sure they were around. It was just a matter of looking in the right spot at the right time, wasn't it?
His wings flared out and he stretched them, letting his gaze fall from the heavens and toward the stream in the distance. It might be best to just go have a nice drink, the weather seemed a bit hot and rivers were always cold and nice. He let his wings fold only partly and began his trip toward the river. He shut his eyes and smiled, letting the air brush through each feather so deligately. He loved doing this with his wings, he loved how it felt.