[PRP] Tasty good... (( Journey and Apple-Oosa ))

[Moire Frost]

Journey thundered across the empty plains, her main and tail whipping wildly behind her. She extended her legs as far as they could go, then pulled them back close to her body in an elegant but effective stride. She narrowed her eyes and lowered her head even more, becoming more aerodynamic. Her speeds weren't as impressive as some others, but she was still proud of them; seeing other loitering Soquili stare at the blur of gray horse made Journey feel special.

Her one problem was her wings. She still hadn't completely mastered controlling them yet, so they flapped about wildly at her sides as she tried to pull them in closer to her body. The thin black and gray feathers became a hodgepodge of random debris shot up by her front hooves. Well, at least they protected her sides.

Journey had mastered, on the other hand, how to spread her wings wide to slow herself down. She did so, slowing faster than she would have if she had just tried to stop. She skidded to a shaky halt, her wings in pain from the force of stopping and the sharp rocks that still clung to the loose feathers.

"Great..." she said to herself, picking a particularly painful rock from the base of her left wing with her teeth. "Brilliant job, Journey, ol' pal..." She limped her way over to a dying willow tree and sought shelter underneath the creaking branches, nursing her now-injured wings and pained ankle.

Wait a minute, the ankle hurt too? Great, just great. "I'm a freakin' brilliant little bugger, aren't I?" Journey muttered angrily to herself, picking out more rocks and twigs from her wings. "I'll know to never do that again."

 

[cyhorse]

The stallion was in the nearby forest picking apples out of the trees that surrounded him. Looking out from inside the forest, the stallion noticed a mare whizzing past all the other soquilis. A small smile sat on his face as he watched her slow down using her wings. He hadn't ever seen a winged horse stopping like that, usually they took off into the sky.

Apple rump stuck out as he made his way through the lush green area. Flicking his head, Apple watched as his mane flipped behind his ear. When he looked back to the mare, he noticed her limping towards a tree that he was standing near. When she layed down, Apple decided to walk over to her.

Smiling to the mare, he nodded a hello to her. "Hello ma'am." He said looking at her wing, then at her ankle that she was limping on. "Do you need any help?" The stallion asked lowering his head to the mare's level.

Smiling softly, he looked at the mare's feathered wings. The feather that was ruffled because of the rock that hit it attracted the stallion's eye. Taking a few steps back, he did not want to bother the mare in any way. "If you don't need any help, I'll just leave." He offered, hoping that he did not scare the mare in any way.