i've never fallen from quite this high | savage pony

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free Even as she moves through the shadows, Gale finds that he can see the outline of the dark mare beneath the tree. There is a strange hue to the light around her, but his eyes are always the very last to heal. They are likely untrustworthy with reality at the moment, so he closes them and focuses on what he is able to feel. Is he alright? She asks, and without a moment of hesitation he answers: “I’m pretty sure I will be in a few minutes.” The answers is a bit cryptic, perhaps, but he is too focused on what she has to share about Loess to bother clarifying. But its nothing at all, it seems, and she ends with an offer to help get him down. Frustration, mostly with himself, roils across his face for a moment. He glares up at the clear blue sky, the same brilliant summer shade as his bright eyes. “I got it.” He tells her, and then with a bit of warning in his tone: “But you’ll probably want to look away.” Gale is fairly certain he can catch himself, but when it comes to tree extrications that often includes a flew broken bones. He is well accustomed to the crunch and the sharp tear of it, but he had noticed some horses were averse to the sound and sometimes even sight of rapidly healing flesh. In the end, he rolls about and snaps only his radius on a thick oak when he catches his weight before landing. In an effort to distract from the broken wing he stretches the other out for inspection. As he does so, he glances up at the lilac-eyed mare. “I can tell we’re near the river, but you wouldn’t happen to know a good spot to get a drink, would you? Even a swim, perhaps?” The soot that remains on his coat is a constant reminder of the fire he had fled, and that he would prefer to forget about, at least for a while. @[Basilica]