"Come on...you can do it girl, you can do it...easy now...easy...not to fast..."
Sam muttered encouragingly under his breath as he watched the young pegasus bank left around the cliff.
"Too fast...too fast..." He was holding his breath, no longer concerned over wether the exercise would be succesful or not, but fearful for the safety of his charge.
Then the mare, her wings almost folding in mid-air, switched from the high speed turn. For a moment she just seeemed to hang there, suspended in time, before a front hoof touched the flat top of the crumbled pillar. A second later, two powerful wings came down. Powerful strokes sent her soaring up into the sky.
"Yes!!" Sam slapped the rock before him, victoriously.

Feeling confident she'd done well, the red mare dropped down almost on top of him, immediatly beginning to nuzzle him for treats.

"Easy there girl," he laughed. "I can't get them out of my pocket if you eat my coat first you maniac." Sam chuckled, rubbing the horse affectionatly on her forhead while nigging out a couple of the treats that was her reward for a job well done. Munching them contently, her eyes closed, the mare leaned against him.

"Well...I think we can call that a success...don't you?" He stroked the ears and the cheeks of the delicate face. "A lot easier than trying to teach you how to fly."

Sam sighed. It hadn't been easy - trying to get a pegasus that was, more or less, convinced she was human, to realize what those great big wings were for. But that was to be expected, having been hand reared. How many sleepless nights hadn't there been, back then?

Sometimes he cursed the stable's lack of access to a vet. Maybe...just maybe...the foaling mare could have been saved. The complications had been too many, in the end. It had taken everything he knew to keep the filly, the small, disorientated little filly, from dying as well.

Then had come the time when he'd wake up, slumped in the hay, to find the curious little filly trying to fit her head under his coat - or pulling it away to play with. Once let out of the box, she'd follow him around like a lovestricken puppy...waiting - sometimes not so patiently - by a door he'd vanished into, until he came back out.

She was more independent now. But she'd still follow him around, one way or another.

"Good girl Embers...good girl." Sam patted her neck, nodding down the valley. "Let's go home..."

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Our newest filly: Embers of a dying sun



(sire)(S) Skyline Breeze's Stables'; Torjieveron x (dam)(S) Ancient Flame

Darklight Stables: : [link]


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Reference:
horse: and the wonderful horse Dragster
Go have a look - I've used a number of her images since I came to DA. They're really good - and useful if you're looking for horses with more 'expression'

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Challenge: 26 Tears