A well-built or rather muscular stallion stood at the edge of the cliff looking down. It was far down but his heart did not leap at the sight, no he was much to old for that now. He remembered being shoved off this very cliff for his first flight. His neck lifted so he could see the twinkling starts in the night sky. It was beautiful, the wind blew through his mane like a reminder that it was time to fly. Erik was out to this night, but he did not know where. They did not keep tabs on each other and he thought that was good thing. He could not see his relationship with Erik being like the one Cynara had with Cyrus. He shook his head at the thought, remembering where he was. The waves crashed at the seas below colliding with the sand, yes he remembered this place. With one swift motion those large ebony wings were out stretched and with one leap he fell off the cliff diving towards the bottom and twirling slightly one might say he was showing off now but that was not the case. The ground grew closer and as one were to think he would hit his wings moved clearing him of the danger and thrusting forward so he glided just above the ground and soon over the waters. He let his hooves touch the very tips of it. Slightly getting his legs what but not enough to make him care.
He rampaged over the waters for numerous minutes until he came to a landing at the beach shore looking out humming a slight song to himself. A lulluby that he had heard once but it was so mournful sometimes he wished he never heard it all yet its tune caught him and swept him away making him long for it until he hummed its sorrowful song.