Let the Wind Ease Your Mind

[Damascus]

For other lands, for new sights, and for more to learn - that was what his wings truly throbbed for and naught could keep him in Terrastella for more than a number of days. Whether or not this young man's thirst for wisdom would ever be fulfilled was quite beyond anyone's imagination or prediction - Each hoof was destined to sweep over a new land, his eyes ever cast wantonly at the horizon. Duties to his court when given would likely prove anchor enough, Plus, a family once found would surely provide the humble home he also scoured for.  Today though he had flown; a gangly colt of brimstone and dying embers had set his path past the godly mountain, the obelisk and pinnacle of the realm (or so he had come to discern). Damascus had flown to the west of the peak but close to the mountain, wishing to aim true and close to it's rushing sides. Strangely, he felt a trembling fear come upon him as he passed it by. Mountains - they were so mystical, so great, and yet they only ever spoke when angry.  Dohv keenly awaited their destination from the saddle-like patch of fluffy feathers upon his steed's whither, an area he could almost always be found holding onto a feather shaft for added security. During these long flights there was plenty of time for discussion, and their minds were almost never silent with endless chattering mind speech. Often it was lessons the old mouse had to teach, the kind akin to 'don't ever wake a hippogriff cause-' or 'I'll tell yew why ya shouldn't ever rinse yer knickers in the sea'-. Half the time his sermons didn't apply to the dark colt (he most certainly did not wear knickers) but he enjoyed the company and Dohv's happy chatter all the same. The pair had rested for the night on the other side of the mountain, stirring only when the light of dawn threatened the lowest star. Northbound once again their path was set, though it was the distant trumpet  that stopped him from his take-off.  Remaining still in the grass, his coat soon becoming washed with a velvety tone of pink, Damascus crowned his gaze over the magnificent fields.  She was quickly spotted like a flower among thorns, though from his distance it was hard to decipher her colouring given the extreme early-morning light which had composed the entire scene in little other colours than pink, apricot and more pink. Damascus did not dare make any attempt to close the gap just yet, fearful that it might be rude or that he would be unwelcome. He would, however, send a cheer her way. "Greeting!" was his call to the lady, one who stood so radiant under the waning stars.   @Erynvale

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