sol bestiam
Sol snorted as he breathed in the fall air. He loved the smell of autumn, the changes in the leaves and soil that announced the world readying for the crush of winter. It seemed like the world was holding it's breath and he loved it. He had decided to take a flight as the sun set and bathed the already colorful world in even more colors. From above, it looked like a giant painting. As the sun sank, taking the warmth with it, Sol began angling to the soil to see where he was over the realm.
A glowing figure in the gloom caught his attention, his golden eyes zeroing in on Bel's radiant beauty. She seemed different than when he usually saw her and he frowned as he touched back to the earth. As usual, he took a few moments to acclimate to the change in gravity and get his wings fully tucked away. Weaving his way through the bodies around him, he searched for the glow that told him where she was. He had intended to seek her soon, preferably with flowers or some other suitable gift. A late rose on the outskirts of the night market caught his eye and he paused to pick it. Tucking it protectively between his wings, he continued on his search for the aquatic mare.
Finding her, he paused a few lengths away and took in her distressed form. Her head was dropped, tears flowing down her pale face. The sight tore at his heart and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Without thought, his hooves carried him closer to her and his muzzle dipped toward her side.
"Bel? Are you alright?" He murmured, head rising to search for any sign of what might have caused her the distress. His protective instincts took hold and he wanted to know who was to blame for her sorrow. Seeing nothing amiss, he dropped his gaze back to her and waited patiently for her to speak to him.
"Speaking."
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