I told you once I took wing I wouldn't be back...

Kyros

It had been raining for days on end, keeping the boy cooped up for to long. In tiny gaps gaps, he had moved from place to place. He had been trying to find the perfect place to practice flying. He had a place in mind, but he didn't really know where would be a good place. The colt eventually made it to the far East side of the Mangrove Tidepools,right before crossing into the Halcyon Flats. Three days later he found a break in the never ending torrent. Sighing softly he stepped from the tree and shook out his Grullo pelt. Water flew from him casing his own rain shower. He turned his neck checking that his mechanical falcon was securely hidden. Satisfied he turned back to ponder his next move. 'Wings. Check.' The feather appendages flexed away from his body. 'Wind. Check'.' He lifted his muzzle and sampled the air carefully checking he was facing the stiff breeze. Blue skies shone brightly above him, dotted with light grey clouds. In the distance ebony clouds towered in the east looming ever closer. 'What a shitty season.' He ruffled his feathers indignantly as he glared at the clouds. His Father had never told him about seasons like this. Did Helovia ever have this much rain at once?

With a flourish his wings snapped open the bottom side catching the blunt of the wind. Staggering from the force of the wind Kyros hurriedly pulled them back in. perplexed he tilted his head to the right; an odd habit, but one that had stuck with him since foalhood. Rearing he slashed at the air in frustration anger boiling under the surface. He tried to reign his emotions back in, he had to stay calm. Landing with a huff of air and splash of cursed water he took a deep breath. Onyx eyes fluttered shut as he focused on his breathing.

After a few minutes he opened his eyes once more. Ready for the blast this time he widened his stance and extended his right wing. He played with the angles tilting his wing this way and that. Finally he found if he held it just so the wind merely tickled over his feathers. Curious he pumped the wing up and down feeling the way the wind rolled over and under his two toned wing. Carefully he turned to watch his left wing as he unfurled it. Once he found the right position again he flapped trying to figure out what to do next. "How in hell am I supposed to get in the air?!" He bellowed into the wind half hoping it would answer him back. With no other ideas he flapped his stupid wings like a high ass chicken.
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For a least a week, the eastern seaboard had held her more or less captive. Though the rain had eased considerably, surprisingly, in recent days, the Rift had most ungraciously installed an ache behind Zahra’s pale gaze which was only exacerbated by any sort of exception. So it was because of this—flight was not as straightforward as flap wings and sail—that she lingered on in the desert-like areas between Havylen and the Flats. There was fine company to be found with the banded inhabitants of the old, broken-down city. It’s ivory spires stood like towering beacons against the dismal blanket of Drench’s usual deep, pregnant grey behind; a glimmer of hope amongst the abundant grievances of this world, suggesting that civilisation could actually thrive. Of course, the ruins set beneath quickly deflated that expectation—it would take a good deal of time to restore the city to any form of previous glory… Regardless, Zahra understood that the herd of Havylen’s hospitality was not available for abuse. When the weather broke and rain at last eased, the maturing painted pegasus found herself venturing once more between the vast span of glistening, glassy pools before the writhing black ocean at the end of the continent. Today they shone blue, trimmed with pallid ribbons, exactly like the heavens overhead. She enjoyed the stiff brackish wind which seemed constantly to blow through, unhindered, and the abundant space which felt—to her—similar to the endlessness of the sky. It was pleasant respite while she stood tethered so unfortunately to the earth. The stranger in the distance grew the nearer she journeyed, eventually taking the form of an equine not like herself. He was quite occupied, standing to bear the full harry of the wind, extending one wing and then the other with it; perhaps entirely oblivious to the fact that another was nearing. Zahra hardly wished to present him any danger and might have sung forth to rally his notice, but even as her lips angled to better project the sound of her voice, the sound of his own sailed forward; bolstered by the strength of the oncoming wind. How in hell am I supposed to get in the air?! The stallion’s frustrating was evident—surprising given his size (more so of his wings)—though the watching mare could not help but smile softly. She remembered her own distress, the sheer botheration of trying to coordinate limbs mind and courage, and the countless times she’d failed. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. Quietly she sauntered forward, and when she felt she was near enough to be heard, the note of unmistakable encouragement rang out. “It takes time to learn the art of flight…” As he flapped wildly against the wind, light laughter bubbled from her core.

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