Blinded by rage I turn and run. My flame laced heels leave behind small flickering lights until my hooves touch the ground no more.
I hardly notice when I begin to lift off the ground. Only when I cannot hear the clip of hoof on rock do I look down to find myself gliding over the land. Had I never seen a horse fly before I may have been more shocked. Though I'd hardly consider this flying, it was at least something to carry me away from my troubles.
With slight concentration I find myself able to control the fiery wings at my sides just enough to keep me in the air. This causes me to smile happily, my rage sated for now.
I pass over rock and maneuver through a couple small hill formations, just before reaching the river. My ears perk that maybe I have brought myself back to where we had spent the night with our father. Eager of the possibility I soar over the waters and stumble to a land on the other side.
My red eyes shift as I try to find recognition in the area. It had been so dark that night that no memory comes forth.
I decide to continue on towards the tree line, just beyond the large mountainous landscape. Each stride bringing me deeper into the gray mists of the foreign land.
As I reach the trees I look up at the towering pines. A few were green but most were dried from the extended summer heat. I have never seen trees with sharp needles before and I start to realize I am not where I thought I may have been.
Turning back towards the river quickly, I do not notice the sizzle of flame igniting in the brittle pine needle tinder. It sparks, sending small embers to catch flame in the surrounding pine litter. Soon the area is dancing with tiny tendrils of light threatening to consume to area...
Fire Mimicry- Foxfire, Phoenix-Type Immortality, Fire Wings
