Lost in Motion

by Azuratis

Rating: everyone
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Length: 303

the Description of a swipe from a wing

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-26 09:47:13 UTC

Lost in Motion (original)

A light blue Pegasus with a rainbow colored mane was flying by. Each swipe of her wings with such an elegance that there was no word for it, that I would know. It wasn't just perfection, it was like the swipe was a how little world. Every muscle in her wing moving like it was controlled by some kind of holy string.

One of the muscles began to pull up the wing. The movement started at the back of her and wandered through each feather. They were vibrating like the stings of a harp playing a perfect symphony. An Orchestra started to play in my mind.

The next muscle began to move. The wind began to play, the wing wandered forward. The melody in my head became much more complex, much more harder to understand. How could this even be. To find this amount of perfection, of harmony in a simple flap.

The last movement was going to be initialized. An gigant amount of muscles were now moving. Moving as perfect as the gear in a clockwork. My heart began to race. I was lost. Lost in the Motion of this Pegasus. My whole body was heating up. The wing began to move for his last and final swipe. The Orchestra was playing with such a volume. My ears were hurting, my body began to shake. The wing was now finally moving down. This little world, a world of perfection and happiness. It now had found his end and left the space for a new one.

It was along time ago, that I had seen this. But now you know, why I not only want to be a member of the Wonderbolts. I want that others can see the perfection that I was allowed to see.

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