"Oh.. Well, I just never saw the beauty in them, I suppose. Their wings are always great to look at, like yours are!" He smiled, his imagination running over the last gist of her description.
The colt could now visualize the rays of light filtering through the giant wings that remained elegant. He could snuggle up into the furry belly and feel it's warmth. But if he did so, a residue of pastel yellow dust, not unlike flower pollen, would layer over his black coat.
Back onto the topic, his smile boring into his expression, he urged the mare to proceed, "and then what happened?"
(Fin.)
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