“To the flowers!” he declared with a mighty cry, and at the kicks from her legs (which he honestly struggled to feel) he jumped into a trott. “Hold on, little Stardust” He told her, careful to keep his wings lifted slightly, ensuring she was nestled between them on his back.
He could admit more than a little worry as he trotted through the woods. Scared of knocking her off his back - scared that he wouldn’t notice her falling. But despite his fretting, they arrived in the meadow without any issues. He slowed to a stop and looked across the open expanse. The meadow wasn’t nearly as wonderful as it was in spring, but there were still some brave flowers showing through. “Do you want to hop down, or direct me to pick the flowers from there?” He said, leaving the choice to her.
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