
He had flown most of the day, and had found this spot to rest his wings in, thinking of staying under it for the night, though with the clouds rolling in, he would probably have to find better shelter at this point. He did want to watch it first. He wasn't too crazy about storms, or at least flying in them since they posed too much of a danger, but he had done it several times when his sister had decided to go and battle some lightning enemy or go against a thunder dragon or whatever. Somehow she always managed to find the most dangerous and hardest to beat enemies and he had always been dragged in. He could have sworn that she was doing it on purpose.
Just as he settled underneath the tree a bit more, he thought he saw... something flying toward the clouds? He wasn't too sure, but if there was someone who was going to go up in there, then he had to make sure that they were safe. He wouldn't be able to live knowing that he could have done something to save them if he was able to.
With a sigh, he jumped off of the cliff and glided a bit before moving his wings to carry him up to where he saw the pony or thing fly into...
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