[PRP] Lost in the storm (Bernadette and Verity)

[Revolutionary Roniel]

The wind howled like a raving demon and rain flew nearly sideways in the gale. Verity flew determinedly through it, though it was not her willing choice. She had been sidetracked by one errand too many and it had kept her away just long enough for the storm to roll in. She was angry at herself. She had a basket waiting for her back at her home. She couldn't afford to let herself be distracted! The foal inside was almost completely developed and it could emerge any day, any hour. She had to be back to take care of it! Storm or no storm, she was going to push through.

She sliced through the air with her three functioning wings. Normally she could fly fine even with her injury, but being off-balanced was just one more thing to make it difficult for her now.

Squinting against the rain in her eyes, she looked ahead. She thought she had glimpsed something, an odd sparkle of something catching the light where it shouldn't be. What was that ahead?  

[Revolutionary Roniel]

Bernadette was what Verity was glimpsing, though she didn't know this at the time. All Bernadette was concerned with was keeping aloft, not being crashed to her death on the rocky landscape below. She also had gotten accidentally caught out in the storm, but her problem was a little different than Verity's.

Bernadette had never been an exceptionally strong flyer. Her wings could lift her aloft, but they were too stiff to have ever allowed her to excel. She rarely flew higher than a butterfly might. One of the reasons for this was the part of flying she was especially ungraceful in, the art of landing. It was so hard for her to land without getting her wings tangled up in her mane, or without stumbling, or some other sort of minor accident. In this winds and this horrible storm, she was certain she'd get smashed against rocks if she even went close to the ground.

Terrified, she had no choice but to keep flying. She was higher than she'd ever flown before and her wings ached from exhaustion. She had no idea how to get herself out of this situation, and was starting to wonder if she'd be able to at all.  

[Revolutionary Roniel]

As Verity grew closer, she was able to make out what she had glimpsed before. It was another soquili! She was shocked that there was someone else out here in this sort of storm. She would have assumed it to be some daredevil, but from the labored beating of the mare's wings, Verity could tell she was not out to have fun.

Verity pumped more energy into her wings to pull herself up alongside the mare. The poor thing looked miserable and afraid, so why was she up here at all?

"You there!" she called, raising her voice to be heard above the wind. "Are you all right?"  

[Revolutionary Roniel]

Grateful tears squeezed out of Bernadette's eyes when she saw the other mare pull up alongside her. It was an angeni! A member of the most blessed of breeds could certainly help her! "Please!" She raised her own usually soft voice as high as she could. "Help me! I can't land." Even looking at the ground below made her dizzy and light-headed.