He heard the wings before he saw them, his gaze turned eastward to capture the colors shifting and changing upon the horizon. It was unsurprising that dawn would be his favorite time of the day; it had become as much a part of him as the court he called his home, shaping him with a sense of purpose he had been so thoroughly lacking during his time shuffled among the courts of Novus. It was refreshing, satisfying even: he hadn’t known what he was missing until he had stumbled upon it quite by accident.
The dawn reminded him of his place in the world. Of all the things he wished to be.
It was bold and forward, bringing the start of a new day and with it, hope.
He waited until the sun had risen a good inch (from his perspective) above the thin line of the horizon before finally turning away, basking in the early morning reverence. His hooves made satisfying clips upon the stone-paved path, his ears bouncing gently in time with his trot. Ipomoea wasn’t sure what it was he searched for, but the investigation invigorated him far better than any caffeine would, awakening his senses and preparing him for the day ahead.
It was around the next bend that he saw her, clothed in all the same creams and caramels as he remembered. This time there was no hesitation, no sudden sliding or stopping as there was the last time they met. He strode boldly forward, similarly as though he were greeting a long time friend. Which, to Po, they already were.
"Florentine!” His voice was hushed amidst the morning but served well to carry his joy across the courtyard nonetheless, accompanied with his characteristically easygoing smile. His
mottled legs carried him closer in his pause, all the better to keep his voice low and respectful to those still sleeping or starting their day. “Good morning!”
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The dawn reminded him of his place in the world. Of all the things he wished to be.
It was bold and forward, bringing the start of a new day and with it, hope.
He waited until the sun had risen a good inch (from his perspective) above the thin line of the horizon before finally turning away, basking in the early morning reverence. His hooves made satisfying clips upon the stone-paved path, his ears bouncing gently in time with his trot. Ipomoea wasn’t sure what it was he searched for, but the investigation invigorated him far better than any caffeine would, awakening his senses and preparing him for the day ahead.
It was around the next bend that he saw her, clothed in all the same creams and caramels as he remembered. This time there was no hesitation, no sudden sliding or stopping as there was the last time they met. He strode boldly forward, similarly as though he were greeting a long time friend. Which, to Po, they already were.
"Florentine!” His voice was hushed amidst the morning but served well to carry his joy across the courtyard nonetheless, accompanied with his characteristically easygoing smile. His
mottled legs carried him closer in his pause, all the better to keep his voice low and respectful to those still sleeping or starting their day. “Good morning!”
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i hope you don’t mind po butting in here!
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