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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 1:54 pm
 Nola lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, sighing heavily. She watched the birds fly about in circles, dancing to a rhythm Nola could not comprehend, nor conceive. They had a freedom that she could never have. She rolled over, laying on her side and huffing loudly, still listening to the birds. Her brother had wings, her father had wings. Why didn't she get wings? She looked up at her forehead and groaned. So she got a horn. Woop-dee-freaking-doo.
The grass swayed gently around her as she sulked. She had gone on many adventures, seen many things, and done many not-so-bright-things, but one adventure she could never have, was flying. "This sucks..." she grumbled as she rolled onto her back, looking up at the ever-changing clouds that morphed and changed slowly in front of her. She thought she saw horses in those clouds. She saw herds of horses, running free up in the skies like gods.
"It's not fair," she pouted softly, exposing her lesser state as she pouted her bottom lip out like a child. "I wish I could fly..." Her eyes followed the birds again as she listened to their songs. She started to hum the same song they were, but her song wasn't light and free. Her song was sorrowful. Same rhythm; different meaning. She sighed heavily before rolling over again, feeling the warm sun on her darker half as the blackness of her coat attracted the rays. She closed her eyes, daydreaming in the sun about wings and feeling weightless.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 5:51 pm
 Ziazan fluttered his wings, smiling a little when he catches the distinctive coat of his daughter. That flash of pale blue across her back that was so like her mother's. He wondered how Soraven was doing now... It had been a while since he'd seen her.
But it wasn't Soraven who he found pouting and sorrowful. It was Nola, his daughter. He gave another flutter of his wings to alert her to his presence if she hadn't caught it by now. "Hello, my lovely daughter," he said and smiled at her. "What could possibly have brought you down on a day like this?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 9:55 pm
Nola had heard the rustle of giant wings coming closer to her, but she didn't move to look. Part of her felt as if she would almost roll her eyes if she did. It wasn't until she heard her father's voice that she turned to face him. Her face brightening up like a light being turned on. "Hi, Daddy!" she announced happily as she stood up.
Her face fell again when he questioned her about her sulking. It was a beautiful day. A day she realized that she shouldn't be moping about, but she was. "It's silly..." she said as she pressed her front hoof into the ground, drawing idly with it. "It's just...I wish I could fly like you."
Her cheeks blushed as she knew how foolish it was. She didn't have wings, she'd never have wings. The end of that story, but her heart yearned to touch the sky. Maybe she'd just have to find another way...
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 11:32 am
He smiled when she sounded so happy to see him. He'd never thought that having baskets could make him happy, but seeing his daughter smile like that seemed to make his whole day a little brighter. Then he found that in addition to being happy, one's children had a special way of...vexing their parents. "Fly?" he asked, then smiled. "It's not silly at all, dear, really," he assured her, then nuzzled her a little. "Only the creators know how these things work," he tried, then paused, his eyebrows knitting together a little. He'd never thought to have a conversation like this. He didn't quite know how to answer. "Ah..." He sighed, then smiled, thinking it would be easier to be honest instead of trying to explain something he had no clue about. "Honestly, I don't know why your brother ended up with wings, and you didn't. I wish I could give you mine, if only for a little while, so that you could experience the same things I have." He nuzzled her again, wishing he could show her what it was like to fly. He could attempt to describe it, though he was afraid doing so would only make her feel worse, and that was not on his list of things to ever do for his daughter.
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