As Emma walked through the woodlands, dead leaves and undergrowth crunching noisily under her feet her thoughts wandered back to her visit with Miss Bridget. When she had told her how Wings had mysteriously sprouted wings, Miss Bridget had said that most people probably wouldn't be able to see the wings. Emma smiled. The best part had been when Miss Bridget had told her that she could keep Wings! All for her very own! Imagine, owning a pegasus!
As Colm walked into the stable yard, he causally glanced at Dowager's foal. He stopped and his jaw dropped in surprise. The foal had wings! Who ever heard of a foal having wings?! Colm waited until Emma had caught up to him then said cautiously, "Er…have you seen anything, um, strange about Dowager's foal lately?"
"No…" Emma said suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I thought I saw wings on him," Colm mumbled, his face turning red.
Emma's eyes widened in shock. So Colm, of all people, could see them! Who would have thought it, considering the kind of person he was.
When Emma didn't say anything, Colm mistook it for suspicion and concluded he was going crazy. He stumbled into the house and collapsed on his bed.
"What a day…" he murmured to himself. "I feel a calling to go into the woods, almost get killed by a loco horse with external veins and start seeing wings on horses. But after a day like this, I guess that shouldn't be surprising." Then, utterly exhausted, he fell asleep.
That night Emma couldn't sleep. Thoughts such as 'I'm the owner of Wings! Imagine…owning a pegasus! What would the girls at school think if I told them I had a pegasus!' [she snorted with laughter at that] or 'Why could Colm see the wings on Wings? Is it because he was responsible for Dowager's pregnancy?' and, most importantly, 'Should I tell him about North of North?'
"I'll tell him," she decided finally, and fell asleep.
