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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 5:40 pm
Who: Lyrn and Atalanta What: Atalanta storms off and decides she's ready to fly. When: Early morning Where: A rather steep little cliff  
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 5:44 pm
Atalanta snorted angrily jumping upward and digging her hooved into the earth, then rearing up and coming down hard on the ground, taking out the brunt of her frustration on it. She shook her head and moved up the path, alternately rearing and kicking her legs, bucking about in frustration until she forgot why she was upset and it became fun. Her laugher rang out through the crisp morning air as she flared out her wings... and they caught a breeze, starling her as they gave slight lift. She quickly put her belly to the ground, eyes wide for a moment before the fear of the moment left her and the thrill overcame her.
With a high pitched whoop the sprang up, flexing her wings out and running about, jumping up and down and fluttering her wings, trying to lift herself again, she'd done it once and she was absolutely confident that she would be able to do it again. After about twenty minutes of trying with no luck, she stopped, sulking for a moment and wondering why it was she couldn't get off the ground. Then, looking toward the sky, she was struck with her answer in the form of a winding path leading up to the top of a high hill with a steep drop. Perfect for taking off from.
Ten minutes later she was looking down over the grassy edge. It was a long drop, she estimated that the 55 feet between her and the ground was probably about the same distance as the earth from the moon. Glancing up toward the sky where the moon hung at night, she nodded. Must be about the same distance. Maybe one night she'd go to the moon, stand atop it and see if she could make it move. One of the nights when it was smaller probably.
She glanced down once more, swallowing thickly. Well, it was her first time flying, but she knew it would be great. Once she got flew around for a while, she could fly home to her mother and show her! Her mommy would be so happy Atalanta could fly, she was sure of it!
With that thought in mind, she turned and trotted down the hill a ways, then at full speed raced up it, toward the edge, wings spreading for the impending launch into thin air.
(He can either catch her in the air, or stop her from jumping, up to you.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 5:08 pm
Lyrn enjoyed flying in these areas. There were high hills, with cliffs and and troughs. They were a bit trickier to fly through, because the wind shifted and changed as it wove through the hills. Much like what he did now, except he had strong wings and the strength to resist and control his flight.
He heard the sound of laughter, and banked in the sharp wind to move in that direction. Lyrn saw the small body, running for the edge, with weak wings outstretched for the dive. He knew that the foal would not fly, and would plummet to the ground, only to break their body below. He didn't have much room for responsibility, but he didn't want to see someone get hurt, much less die!
With his heart in his mouth, Lyrn flew frantically, and got there just in time.
Wing flapping and legs pushing back, the stallion worked hard to push the foal away from the edge and back. Finally, all four of his own feet touched the grassy ledge, and Lyrn glared down at the foal before him. "What were you thin-..." His voice trailed.
Lyrn's eyes appraised the foal, no filly. He knew those markings... he knew... her! But not her name, no, Arcadia had not told him what she had named the basket she 'kept'. But Lyrn knew without a doubt, this was his other child... this was Hecate's sister.
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