Ipomoea had been lost in thought all evening. A number of matters had pulled at his mind, shadowed in uncertainty in a manner entirely foreign to him. Worry creased his brow, withers hunched as he focused solely on the ground in front of his hooves, quite unaware of his surroundings but rather making his way instinctively to the river bordering the land of Dawn.
In the back of his mind he knew he should be back at the capitol, awaiting orders from Kasil or advising the masses—an assigned task which still sent shock coursing down his spine each time it crossed his mind—but the fresh air had become far too tempting, and his hooves carried him on and on. For a while, Alorus had flit back and forth about him, tugging this way and that as though to turn him around, but the cherry paint was lost to the world around him.
Only the rushing of air overhead was enough to draw his attention upwards, watching in astonishment as a winged couple descended. They wasted no time upon landing, unraveling a tarp and proceeding to fill it with the dark soil alongside the river. Po’s ears swiveled forward in interest, taken aback by their sudden actions but making no move to stop them.
In fact, Ipomoea had half a mind to aid them in scooping the waterlogged soil onto their tarp—when the round man stepped forward himself, his suspicion so thick Po could nearly taste it coming off of him.
“I’m sure they mean no harm,” he interjected, mottled legs carrying him closer to the trio of pegasi. It struck him then, just how out of place he might appear, a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar as days went by. It was true that he had wings—the small appendages fluttered excitedly at his ankles—but they paled in comparison to what he now faced, what he envied. But he pushed such unsavory feelings away, his stride unbroken.
“Perhaps they wish to test it, or use it for a garden.” His voice far more confident than he felt, he turned his cerise gaze now to the painted chestnut, who was the first to land upon the Delumine river bank. “Either way, I’m sure there’s a reason for taking it?”
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In the back of his mind he knew he should be back at the capitol, awaiting orders from Kasil or advising the masses—an assigned task which still sent shock coursing down his spine each time it crossed his mind—but the fresh air had become far too tempting, and his hooves carried him on and on. For a while, Alorus had flit back and forth about him, tugging this way and that as though to turn him around, but the cherry paint was lost to the world around him.
Only the rushing of air overhead was enough to draw his attention upwards, watching in astonishment as a winged couple descended. They wasted no time upon landing, unraveling a tarp and proceeding to fill it with the dark soil alongside the river. Po’s ears swiveled forward in interest, taken aback by their sudden actions but making no move to stop them.
In fact, Ipomoea had half a mind to aid them in scooping the waterlogged soil onto their tarp—when the round man stepped forward himself, his suspicion so thick Po could nearly taste it coming off of him.
“I’m sure they mean no harm,” he interjected, mottled legs carrying him closer to the trio of pegasi. It struck him then, just how out of place he might appear, a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar as days went by. It was true that he had wings—the small appendages fluttered excitedly at his ankles—but they paled in comparison to what he now faced, what he envied. But he pushed such unsavory feelings away, his stride unbroken.
“Perhaps they wish to test it, or use it for a garden.” His voice far more confident than he felt, he turned his cerise gaze now to the painted chestnut, who was the first to land upon the Delumine river bank. “Either way, I’m sure there’s a reason for taking it?”
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