Ruhr is dreaming. He knows this both because there is no pain in his foreleg as he trots along, and because the Moon hanging in the sky over his head takes up most of the mountainous horizon. She is as impressive as She is godlike, but he reassures himself that he is not deep enough in madness to mistake his subconscious with reality. This is a dream.
He is sure of it.
That he has not been able to wake himself is a bit of reality he pushes away. He often pushes reality away.
And as he does so, the Moon overhead returns to Her normal size.
Ruhr lifts his feathered head to look at Her, his brown eyes just a little too bright.
A long period of silence passes, and then the winged stallion sighs, and returns his gaze to the world around him rather than the one floating overhead.
@Kittyn
He is sure of it.
That he has not been able to wake himself is a bit of reality he pushes away. He often pushes reality away.
And as he does so, the Moon overhead returns to Her normal size.
Ruhr lifts his feathered head to look at Her, his brown eyes just a little too bright.
A long period of silence passes, and then the winged stallion sighs, and returns his gaze to the world around him rather than the one floating overhead.
@Kittyn