The soft velvet of Amore's muzzle trails along his crest reassuringly. He buries himself in her chest as his blue eyes watch his mother in a ball of fire. They're burning her ALIVE! Obvious is his naive knowledge of their magical world...
When the steel eyes of the winged stallion look to him, he shivers against the black legs of his new friend. His face turning to bury into the warm body beside him. He listens still as harsh tones are exchanged. And then...
Kryptic... Follow
He reluctantly turns his blotched face to find his mother turning. His ears fall sadly into his multi-hued fluff. Pulling his tiny body from the dark mares embrace, his tiny hooves bring him to follow behind his momma. He looks back briefly at the horses gathered. Blue gaze finding Amorette, "Bye Amorette." He squeaks out quietly.
His big sister soon follows behind him as well. Listening as her and his mom converse. His thoughts returning to the kind mare. As they wonder his hooves tangle with his wings. Almost sending him head over hoof. Regaining balance just as they stop. His eyes look to the liquid his mother steps into before she is speaking and then gone....
He watches as her tiny form disappears. Gaze trailing back to the massive stallion before him. Mouth gaping as he cranes his neck upwards. He's sooo big and scary... His legs weaken as the brooding face of the spotted stallion turns towards his direction. Wanting to find Amorette and bury his head in her breast. He gulps a mouthful of air as he walks forward. Eyes turning to the moving water. Barely being able to make out the other side, he squints his eyes. Mismatched ears flopping to the sides in uncertainty.
Standing at the edge, he spreads his clumsy wings. Attempting to flap them. Up. Down. Up. Down. Uppp... Do..w...n... He closes his eyes to focus extra hard. On his last stroke he rises his front hooves off the ground but his wings folded under him. Sending his toppling over and into the stream.
A squeal echos from his lips. Limbs and wings flail as he tries to get his footing. The frigid waters soak his coat before a grip is felt on his crest. Dragging him back onto dry land. He jerks his head upwards, his knees bringing him back to a stand.
Worn limbs wobble slightly as a shiver radiants from his core, ears press flat to his skull. Water droplets drip from his soaked tail as he whips it against his flank in annoyance. Turning to face his sister, with despair stricken eyes looking to the ground. How could she just leave him? He wants to cry. He can feel the tears rushing to the corners of his eyes but he holds them back. With a tiny snort he pushes the weak emotion away. Anger beginning to boil inside him...
