In his short life all he had ever known was darkness. The only source of light a faint orange glow dancing along the stoney prison that was his home. His mother pacing the far wall. He had seen her reach towards the flickering light source a time or two. Each time she retracted with yowl of pain. The situation before him looks rather similar so he hesitates. The black mare returning to graze an encouraging touch along his crest as she had done in his home. His eyes roll upwards to look as she against retreats into the light. A confirmation leaves her lips that he would not be harmed. His nose wrinkles as his foot had returned to bare his weight. Pressing slightly to confirm to himself that it remained unharmed. His mismatched ears swivel forwards. If she can do it, I can do it too! He thinks with bold determination.
His oversized skinned wings half-mast. Balancing his body as he leans back slightly then rises his tiny forelimbs into the air. Launching himself into the light side of day. His wings flap uselessly at his sides and as he lands forefeet first he topples over onto his side. Lanky legs kicking at the air, trying to regain an upright position. His one leathery wing flaps as the other tangles amongst the grass and dirt underneath him. Scraping along rock as he struggles. This was it. He was burning alive he assumes. A sharp whinny calls for help. Tiny hooves desperately searching for traction on the ground but his wings keep intertwining with them.
Soon exhausting himself out, he stills. Head stretching to lie upon the cold earth. Tiny nares flare as his lungs draw in deep breaths. Limbs and wings alike go motionless. His mismatched eyes looking up in despair at the dark mare coming to his rescue. Though tired his eyes remain alert. Thoughts speeding through his mind at what was to come next...
@[Amorette] help... Lol