at the ready [Gale]

[Pothos]

There were many perks to having wings. The best one being that exploration was not limited to just land. Pothos took full advantage of his abilities when exploring. Two sets of wings sprouted from his back. The green-pink feathers unfurled and stretched across the sky. They doubled the size of the stallion. In a hummingbird-like pace they began to rhythmically pull him through the sky. As he climbed to greater altitudes the temperature began to change. The sweat that glistened like glitter along his back grew cold against his coat. Pothos sighed dramatically. He watched the thick, cloudy air puff from his mouth before an often unused trait built a barrier of ice armor atop his chest and hindquarters. Pothos knew as he flew north that the weather would only grow more cold, and though ice rain through his family's vein he preferred to avoid it and cuddle in the warmth of love. The thundering clap of his wings began to slow as Pothos dropped from the clouds at the site of land. The chill from the flight felt like it had burrowed a hole through his chest despite the armor barrier. He shivered as his eyes began to focus on two forms still tiny from a distance. Immediately the mere hope of warmth brightened his eyes. The extra set of wings faded away, and Pothos concentrated on shrinking his form to a less noticeable size. He couldn’t alter his appearance completely, but he could shrink to that of a hour-old foal. Pothos looked quite silly with disproportionately long legs and a mostly bald head. Luckily he strongly believed that no one would see him as he took a wide berth around the two horses. He landed quietly in a beach cove and crept through the brush. Once within earshot his tiny legs awkwardly folded beneath him, and he settled in for eavesdropping. It didn’t take long for Pothos to begin to feel pity. There were two perfectly suitable, young horses standing before each other. What was taking them so long to declare their love. Even though Pothos had only altered his age, his patience had seemed to minituraize as well. Well clearly fate had brought him to this very place to help this fateful meeting along. With a mere lick of his lips and narrowing of his eyes a tiny bow appeared before him. It was strung up with an intricate pink arrow tipped with a heart. One….two….three…..Pothos exhaled. The bolt flung speedily through the air before piercing the speckled mare right in her rump and fading away in a glittery *poof*. ”Perfect” Pothos whispered with a mischievous grin. That should do it. Cupids work was done. He quietly slunk back deeper in the brush. Pothos would check up on them later, but for now he best not risk getting caught.

@[Jesla] has been hit with a love-arrow. The next horse she sees she will fall deeply in love with for *however long you’d like* Have fun! Sorry for the late post! If @[Gale] wanted to get hit too then just pretend Pothos shot off two arrows