A Gentle Tilt

A quiet warmth spread through my paws. I was hovering above the smooth floor, gently held in mid-air. Carefully, I tried shifting my front hooves—and they swayed on their own! I tilted my head just a fraction, gazing down at the warm fingers supporting my side. The daylight felt soft and comforting, so I leaned gently into the steady hold, watching the room settle around me.