Gale
run away with me--
lost souls and reverie
running wild and running free
Gale had not been gifted with invisibility like some of his siblings, and though the navy blue body of the pegasus is hard to see against the moonlit night, his feathered wings and long, spinal mane are bright and white and impossible to miss. He rarely minds this fact, rarely finding the need to hide himself from anything that his other abilities cannot do away with, but tonight is an exception.
He had lingered longer that he’d meant to in the Plains, watching the sun set over the distant Pampas. His wing is still sore from the battle, and with no need to hurry home, he’d decide to walk back across Beqanna. Night had well and truly fallen by the time he’d reached the Field, and Gale decided to rest for the night rather than wade the river. After a good night ff sleep, his wing might even be fully healed.
Yet he cannot fall asleep. For some reason, rest alludes him, and the cremello striped horse finds himself weaving between resting bodies as he makes his way toward the water.
It is still rippling when he arrives, so he can only assume that the dark colored mare with most of her body submerged has only recently waded in. The body of water is large enough that he doesn’t feel rude taking a sip from his side of the pool, and he waits for her to come out for what feels like a rather long time. When he can bear it no longer, the horned stallion asks: “You gonna sleep in there or what?”The idea doesn’t sound pleasant, not on a brisk autumn evening, but Gale supposes that perhaps he has grown soft in his preferences. It is easy to grow accustomed the luxury of warm water for soaking when he’s never really known anything else.
@[Ceren]
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