the-twoeyverse asked: Twoey watches the colt, a smile present.
Ether smiles a bit to himself, “I think I understand dad…”
the-twoeyverse asked: Twoey almost chuckles as his son just sits there, he however, suppresses that show of amusement. "Why not take to the air? Ride the wind."
He is silent for a moment, kind of in a meditative calm, “… okay…” he slowly lifts off, just feeling, far more stable then before.
the-twoeyverse asked: Twoey simply waits in silence, seeing what Ether does.
Ether does nothing, listening still, that’s all because that is all he was told to do.
the-twoeyverse asked: "Stop thinking, know." He falls silent again.
He tries, “….. whispering….” he whispers himself.
the-twoeyverse asked: Twoey himself sits there in silence as well. Only barely able to feel what he is trying to get Ether to thanks to his, condition.
Ether is quiet for awhile, before speaking up, “…. I… I think I can hear it…”
the-twoeyverse asked: Twoey does the same. "Feel the air around you, how it brushes against your wings. If you flap them feel the resistance it gives, know it all, by feeling it all. The sky itself will speak to you if you listen."
He breaths easily, doing as instructed, he does his best to listen, not understanding really, but starting to feel it.
the-twoeyverse asked: "Spread your wings out, and just, sit."
He does so again.
the-twoeyverse asked: "Sit, close your eyes."
He does so.
the-twoeyverse asked: "Yes." Twoey glides back over to the cloud and sits on it. "Come here."
He does so, though more slowly then he was before, landing next to Twoey.
the-twoeyverse asked: "Some things." He pats the little Pegasus's head. "You have to feel."
The little pegasus blinked and looked up at him, “… Feel?”
