[This is home]
A warm breeze touched Pegasus's face, bearing the scent of fresh flowers. How long since he had encountered living flowers? He opened his eye and was almost dazzled by the light of the sun. He blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings. He felt rather as though he had been sleeping, dreaming about something... but he couldn't have been dreaming standing up, could he?
Then it all hit him at once: he was standing at home, on his own back lawn, looking at his own house, and more importantly, he wasn't alone. He smiled slowly.
"We made it," he said. Then he flung his arms wide, spinning in a careless circle as though to take it all in at once. "Siegfried, we're home! We really made it! Ye gods, I feel as though I haven't seen real colors in years..."
Then it all hit him at once: he was standing at home, on his own back lawn, looking at his own house, and more importantly, he wasn't alone. He smiled slowly.
"We made it," he said. Then he flung his arms wide, spinning in a careless circle as though to take it all in at once. "Siegfried, we're home! We really made it! Ye gods, I feel as though I haven't seen real colors in years..."