A Step on the Cushion

A quiet warmth stirred through my hooves. I blinked, taking in the textured brown weave beneath me. Next to me stood a familiar purple winged companion, perfectly still. Wondering if I truly had the strength to move, I cautiously lifted my right forehoof. The fabric softly yielded under my weight. Stepping forward, I turned slightly to align myself neatly alongside her, feeling the gentle balance of my own posture.