There was nothing that Miniel enjoyed more than a rather long and peaceful time in the air. Up where the wind caressed every inch of her body was where she belonged. She yearned to feel that simple, yet profound, sensation of her wings providing her with enough lift to rise off the ground and stay aloft for hours at a time. She knew that her breed alone were the masters of the skies. She took pride in that. Miniel had waited for the perfect day to once again display her prowess in the air. Even if no one saw how high she could fly or for how long she flew for it did not matter. The simple joy was just being off the ground.
The sun was shining brilliantly. The land around was bathed in a warm golden glow that highlighted everything in sight. Miniel breathed deeply and rhythmically before giving her wings an experimental flap. It seemed that everything was in working order. The mare stood statue, letting the warmth of the sun bathe her form. She broke into a canter and barreled down the open stretch of land before launching herself into the air. Instinct took over now and Miniel crowed aloud with glee at being airborne once more. This was truly her domain. Sure there were predators of the sky; one only had to look to the hawks and eagles to see this but even that thought could not dampen her enthusiasm. She banked left suddenly and began to ascend in a rather steep climb. The strain on her wings felt glorious. Leveling off Miniel observed the tableau of the land below her and felt at peace. The sun lent its brilliance to objects below and gilded them in a golden hue. This was really what Miniel loved. The mare was a born voyeur. Sure from this height people and animals were mere specks but the dance of movement was beautiful to watch. Distant as she was from others this was her way of trying to connect with the world without coming to harm. The shifting patterns, the random movements, life and death, could all be viewed safely from above. She would, upon landing, be swept up in the dance once more until she took the time to simply watch and observe. In these rare moments Miniel found a clarity that not all could understand. An individual could only thrive for so long before something happened to extinguish their spark. It was truly a weighted observation that all things had a beginning and an end.
Eventually her own end would come but Miniel hoped that that day was far off in arriving. There was just still too much to do; too much to explore and learn.
