[P] smiling like you got it all

[Galileo]

G A L I L E O

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It was dark, but he was restless. Restless like the storms that brew over the oceans, eager to approach land and wreak their chaos on its inhabitants. His legs longed to run, to match the rhythm of a beating heart to the thump, thump, thump of his hooves drumming the ground. The wind calls to him, asking him where has he been? Why has he not visited, why does he not wish to play? It wants to dance in his main, to urge him forward and buffet him from all sides. 

Instead, he has been pacing -- one way, then the next, concentrating, thinking... So much had happened, and so much was to come, he had been taking the time to digest it, eager to allow himself space to breathe away from the claustrophobic constraints of his problems. 

But no more. He has had enough thoughts for one day, enough of the considering of what ifs and how comes. It was time to fly, to speed along under the guiding light of the stars above. Night enveloped him in her cool embrace, stroking her shadowy fingers across his back and flank. Go, she whispered with her forked tongue. Go forth and forget your troubles.

And so, he launches himself forward across the plain -- galloping, faster than he had ever galloped before. The ground moved below him at lightning speed, his hooves thundered across the plain waking any ground-dwelling creature awaken from their slumber.

He was carefree.

In typical fashion, it does not last long, and as he finds himself slowing down, he finds the worries and woes creeping back in.

Only a second later, does something catch his eye. Under the twinkling stars, a white -- no, purple -- creature glows. It is smaller than him, but lankier. 

And it speaks his name.

"Willoughby?" He replies, not able to see her too well in the dark. It doesn't take long for him to approach her, however, and he nods happily. "It is you! I thought I knew your voice."


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@Willoughby