Buoyant are her golden wings

Zahra & Ilham

It was pride that turned angels into devils

He was different - though, she revealed to him nothing of her suspicion.

As they lingered on in the vibrant, towering flora of Solanis, even after the walking pine had been captured and unfortunately slain, the stallion had become less and less like the picture of the hero recalled from her youth. Often she found herself immersed in concern, watching with pained longing the bitter stranger, but always she said nothing. If he discovered the focus of her softened eyes, Zahra simply smiled with all of the warmth their reconciliation had returned to her.

It was the resonant rumble of thunder in the ominous swathe above, that roused her from a deep stew of thought.

Black ears lifted from their soggy, silvery bed of flattened hair and her muzzle withdrew from the lush sprout of coloured growth she was nibbling; though he was yet to witness the true dangers of this ridiculous season, she had, and wary eyes absorbed the hue of the heavens beyond giant leaves, soberly. Thankfully, the rain was still plunging steading down. Nevertheless, the winged mare turned her neat hooves across the waterlogged, puddly earth to return to her friend’s side.

“Eleos?” She hummed quietly when she broke through the dense undergrowth between them.

He did not immediately answer.

“…what is it?”

There was an unsettling strain in stallion’s gilt eyes as they flicked rapidly around him. Crimson flashed beneath the flare of his sucking, pumping nostrils and though each pillar beneath him appeared stiffly rooted to the ground, there was agitated movement in the sleek, wet hide canvassing him. Zahra, her eyes guided afield by his own, approached with due caution and aimed a soothing nudge towards the skin below his collar. Even cleansed by the constant company of rain, there was the distinct flavour of sweat and metal about it.  

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