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As the sun rose slowly, marking the beginning of a new day, a young colt slowly walked away from where his mother, father, brother, and sister slept. He would later stick to his early rising habit, but that was the future and this was now. He walked a ways away, not too far, but just far enough to be out of sight. He found himself a little pool of water and gazed down into it. Another horse gazed back.
He blinked.
It blinked.
He turned his head and it turned its head. He leaned down and touched the water with his nose, sending ripples that marred the face looking back at him. It was then that Ochoco realized he was looking at himself. He had an orange mane like his father, a blue face and head-horn like his mother, and bands of orange around his nose and mouth. He was just like his momma and poppa and brother and sister, but for one thing.
'I wonder why I don't have wings, too...' he thought to himself, pawing at the water again and smiling a little at how silly his reflection looked when he did so.

Ochoco all but fell backwards when something his size fell from the sky into the water before him, sending the liquid everywhere. He closed his eyes and shook his head, sending droplets from his mane before his eyes blinked open again to see a mostly brown horse, a filly about his age, sopping wet from nose to tail. Even the bird wings on her back dripped with water.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking a step towards her. She'd fallen from the sky, so obviously she had been flying and he had no idea just how far she had fallen.

"That's good," Ochoco replied when she said she thought she was fine, but when she carefully stepped from the pool and took back her previous statement, he frowned and looked at her leg.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, bending down to look at it. As soon as his horn came near her leg, a... "spark," for lack of a better word, jumped between them and Ochoco jumped back, startled at whatever the heck that was.

"Did... you do that, of was it me?" he asked, unaware that because of his unicorn heritage he had healing powers. Of course they were weaker than an actual unicorn, but they would be stronger than his mother's as he got older, not diluted by the ability to fly.

Ochoco, probably highly amusing to the winged filly, attempted to look at the horn protruding from his head. Of course, that was rather difficult as it was too far up on his head to look to the center and too far in the center to just look up. So he ended up looked very cross-eyed-ish and giving up in defeat.

"Momma says it's called a horn. She has one too, and wings like you. Everyone in my family has wings 'cept me and Shilah," he said and looked down, hanging his head and kicking a bit of dirt.
"I hope whatever I did didn't hurt your leg any more," he mumbled, glancing up at her through his fly-a-way orange mane.

Ochoco watched her look at her wings. He was still a little... well, he wanted wings, wanted to be like Hema and Tawa and his mother and father, but all in all he felt like he and Shilah were special in his family.

He wasn't sure about his grandparents, he didn't recall his momma or poppa talking about their momma or poppa, but perhaps they just didn't talk about them. He'd try and remember to ask next time.

He looked up from his thoughts when she said that it didn't hurt as much anymore. Did that little thing he did when his horn touched her make the pain ease?
"Wica... That's pretty. I'm Ochoco. I... don't have a short name yet, but you can make one up if you want," her replied with a smile of his own.

"Yeah, my momma and sister have wings like yours and my poppa and brother have... I think momma called them butterfly wings?'

Ochoco nodded his head once when she questioned him.
"Yup, she said butterflies. Sometimes my poppa is smaller than my momma and sometimes not. And Tawa's always smaller than me and Hema," he attempted to explain but pretty much failed. He watched at she thought up a short name for him. He probably needed one since his name was longer than Hema and Tawa's so why shouldn't he have a short name, too?

"Ocho sounds nice," he answered when she asked his opinion. Part of him didn't really want to share it with anyone else, though. Like, wanted it to be a little secret just between her and him. He smiled.
"Yeah, really nice," he added and remembered something from earlier.
"Why did you fall out of the sky? Did something happen?"

Ochoco frowned and stepped towards Wica, sad that she seemed so sad over her inability to fly well just yet. He rubbed the side of her head once with his nose before smiling a bit.
"I'm sure you'll get it eventually. My momma flies really prettily but she's big, so I bet you'll be just as good as your gran'pa when you grow up," he said, trying to reassure her. She was his first friend outside of his family, and he didn't want her to be sad. True, his mother did fly, but he hadn't seen her "sky dance" before. He kinda wanted to see it done. And then, he kinda wanted to try it himself, which made him kinda sad again because he was reminded that he was grounded alone in his immediate family.

Ochoco perked up when she mentioned not always needing wings to dance. If that was true, then that could mean he could learn to dance, too, and do something that, to his knowledge, none of his siblings could do. Which would be really nice as he had yet to find something special like that, apart from him having the horn like his momma. Which might have... make-hurt-places-not-hurt powers.

"Really? Did your poppa say who it was? Maybe you and me could learn together," he said, the words coming out in a kind of gush. He realized this and looked down a bit.
"If you want, I mean. I think it'd be fun to learn to dance," he added, twisting one hoof in the grass a bit.