Raglan
may the bridges i burn light the way
From where he wobbled across the cloud-slashed heavens, color caught his eye.
Blinking to clear his vision, the stallion narrowed his eyes and found that he had been joined by a lon equine, their skin of speckled starlight and wings holding a globe. Raglan blinked more, quickly this time, as if to guarantee that what he was seeing was indeed real. As he tilted wings made heavy from sea spray toward the cliff face, the figure became clearer, and stranger. Brows lifting from previously bleary eyes, the Silvertongue felt most of his buzz slip away in the face of a pure and overwhelming curiosity.
Despite his newfound mental clarity, simple interest could not chase away the effects of alcohol from the stallion’s body, and Raglan found himself coming in a tad too hot for a safe landing. His mouth pulled down into an expression of horror, and maybe some embarrassment, as he shakily maneuvered too quickly toward the earth. Letting out a shout of warning toward the long and lanky stranger laying upon the grasses, the Crow worked to throw his body wide of theirs. How had his aim become so sloppy?
Pale hooves struck the earth too hard, spindly legs scrambling with the forward momentum as great ebon tipped wings flapped wildly — the usually graceful thief having dissolved wholly into a sodden fledgeling. “Shit!” He cried as his clumsy attempts to remain upright gouged muddy stripes in the ground and his teeth clacked in his skull from the impact. “Shit!”
Eventually, some semblance of balance returned to the Crow’s limbs and his momentum died, carrying him some distance from the skull-faced stranger. Heaving a sigh and letting his wings droop in relief, Raglan turned about to face the otherworldly being. “Greetings!” Came his cheerful voice, the bright smile upon his lips a stark contrast to the chaotic landing that had just occurred, “I’d ask why the long face, but we are horses, and our faces tend to be pretty long.”
A stupid joke, he knew, but there was no law against stupid jokes... and even if there were one, there was nothing like idiocy to coax a smile from sadness.
“My name is Raglan. How do you do?”
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