The first pegasus, the story goes, was born when the north wind first kissed the clouds. Embraced by sun, moon, and sky, she soared over the world never knowing what it was to be bound to the earth. Some say that her love of freedom lives on in the hearts of her descendants.

This story is about two sisters, one with a soul of wind and flame, the other with the peaceful heart of an earthbound.

Love, according an old proverb, is delicate enough to bottle the sweet morning breeze and powerful enough to harness raw lightning. The old proverbs don't say whether love is gentle enough to heal the ailing heart... or whether love is persistent enough to tame a soul made of wind and flame.

Worldbuilding, slice-of-life, drama, and clop, with a touch of side-fic.

Image by MrWhooper.