Impressionante flexed her
wings and arched her tail. Her pastel coloured manes and wingsails
drank in the morning air. The soft singing of small singing birds
reached her ears. Smiling she opened one eye. The light blinded her
for a moment, but she soon got used to the new day.
Stretching her legs and arms and generally doing what she did every
morning, Impressionante got up from her bed in the Lantessama peaks
and greeted the new day.
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