He wasn't just going to magically wake up one day and know how to fly. And considering the only family member with wings was his rather absent father, Rosiotti wasn't going to learn from any of them. So, he was going to have to teach himself. A task much more difficult than he originally thought it would be. Just a few flaps of the wings and he'd be airborne, he thought. Or maybe add in a couple hops, or maybe start out running...And after all that only resulted in humiliating failures that sent his sisters rolling in laughter, the colt had learned to practice in secret. It was too much embarrassment for his ego to handle. And what better place to practice than an open field? Lots of flat, open space to run in and no trees for nosy little sisters to hide behind...or run into. He had already made several unsuccessful attempts at flight but the day was young and he was determined to make this work.
Taking in a deep breath, Rosiotti set himself up in a ready-to-sprint stance, wings out-stretched and tail twitching behind him. He was going to do it this time, he was determined. Really determined. More so than the, oh...fifty or so times before hand. That was certainly going to make a difference this time. With an exhaled breath he took off as fast as his awkward foal legs would take him. The wind was rushing beneath his wings and he was certain it would lift him up and he would finally fly. And with all the grace of a swan...
He tripped. Over what, who knows, but at the speed he was going it was no surprise that he tumbled a few good yards before finally losing momentum. Nothing was broken, thankfully, and, after his head stopped spinning, he unsteadily got back on his hooves. It was a good thing no one was around to witness his embarrassing fall.
