The world goes round (New Romantics)

[Phaedrus]

He smiles kindly at her. Nudging at her neck with a gentle carress. With a wicked glint in his eye he responds, Trust me, you have never seen it in the aspect I can show you. He chortles slightly. They continue talking a little before he works up the courage. He hushes to her Its ok, I understand. Everyone needs time at first. wait what was this? Was he turning into a sap? Naww just comforting a filly in her distress.

His wing fits snuggly around her barrel holding her close to himself. His other one almost acting as a hand with a feather light touch to her cheek. Some how this place was growing on him. Somehow he was thinking he just might find a home here with this collection of odd creatures. A outspoken filly, a jumpy mare, he had recently met a very cynnical creature in the feild just the other day. And also a fairly skiddish on in the meadow. But what to expect they would have to see.

Was this how all beqanna was? Or did he just atract all different sorts of creatures? His mind drifts for a moment looking to the skies. Then he relaxes until he simply a pool of black with blue mane and tail and two black wings. Of course his neck and head remain in their original shape. Climb on up His head swivels completely around so that he can see her and she can see him with no problem.

This was something that he is normally completely embarrased about. But eh it could have its uses sometimes. He makes sure that his wings are at the edges of the newly formed "magic carpet" that his body spreads out to form. When she does climb on, he continues. Now just lay down Of course he didn't mean fully, just that she should lay as horses normally do when they are sitting on their legs catching a snooze.

Phaedrus

DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY