SO RICH, SO PRETTY
He had consented, he always consented to Nicia's wishes. It was like breathing now, a habit not to be cured. Something that came automatic and without thought, he wouldn't have it any other way. He had flown over the playground many times though he had never stopped, he hadn't really the reason to. Instead, he had simply looked over the fields and flowers with disinterest before moving along. Today he would actually enter, walking side by side with a golden filly, both looking rather pristine. He chose not to fly as Nicia couldn't get around the same way, and he would be furious if anything were to happen to her, especially under his own care. Besides that, he was enjoying the gentle brushing of fur that came with each hoof fall, the little minx clinging to his side. He draped a feathered wing over her, a protective gesture, both from the sun and any who would approach.
They were a complimentary duo, one honeysuckle and warmth, a single strand of purple against her tresses. The other, a crisp bushel of grapes to cool the blaze of the summer sun. His fur was lightening though, patches spreading along his face and back. Down his barrel and throughout the flight feathers that adorned the appendages protruding from his backside. It seemed the grey had taken a liking to him, stealing the deep plum from his hide and replacing it with soft lavenders.
As they entered, his sister lets a delightful tinkling of laughter spill from her mouth. The noise playing on song, but it was something more than that, curling like a ball in his stomach. ”Well, here we are.” He spreads his wings wide, gesturing to the lands set before them.
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