Aera
Her morning was calm as she grazed peacefully amongst the fragrant lavender that dotted the meadowlands of the Gates. Though she was a century and twenty years old, she still looked to he in her prime, with a face un-marred by age and a body full of vitality. Aera's mind was still, a state of peaceful quiet in this warm oasis, until her interest was piqued by a fast moving flame that whizzed just ahead of her. She raised her head, stilling mid chew with a few tendrils of grass sticking out of the corner of her mouth, and slowly looked toward the direction it came from. Upon the sloping hillside, a peculiar form stood with antennae and wing so delicate she thought she could see the soft light of morning glowing through them. Aera moved from her spot within the lavender and strode with curious confidence and whinnied softly in the newcomers direction.
“A beautiful morning is it not?”, Aera cooed in welcoming voice. She was fond of conversing with others, she was a creature who thrived on learning the stories of others and she had learned many in her long life and yearned for more in her eternity to come. “I am Aera, so good to meet you. Is this your first time in the Gates?”, she asked. She knew when she first came here that it was a dream come true, a warm paradise of greenery that she only thought existed in her dreams. As she awaited a reply, her eyes noted the bright colors in the mare's mane, how truly delicate the wings, and how absolutely interesting the antennae were that sprouted from her head were. She wondered if wings like that could handle flight, she ruffled her own strong feathered wings as she pondered what it would be like to try flying with wings as delicate as a butterfly's. Would it be unstable? Would she need to flutter them constantly to hold her weight? Or could she soar like on her own wings?
“A beautiful morning is it not?”, Aera cooed in welcoming voice. She was fond of conversing with others, she was a creature who thrived on learning the stories of others and she had learned many in her long life and yearned for more in her eternity to come. “I am Aera, so good to meet you. Is this your first time in the Gates?”, she asked. She knew when she first came here that it was a dream come true, a warm paradise of greenery that she only thought existed in her dreams. As she awaited a reply, her eyes noted the bright colors in the mare's mane, how truly delicate the wings, and how absolutely interesting the antennae were that sprouted from her head were. She wondered if wings like that could handle flight, she ruffled her own strong feathered wings as she pondered what it would be like to try flying with wings as delicate as a butterfly's. Would it be unstable? Would she need to flutter them constantly to hold her weight? Or could she soar like on her own wings?
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would you break even my wings like a swallow?