Rising From Beneath found that he enjoyed strolling through the shaded mud of the swamp's mangrove trees ever since he and his kin emerged from the dark tunnels in winter. Nothing compared to the cool, squishy texture and temperature of perfectly wet mud slightly coating his hooves as he walked around observing the lifestyle of kin here on the surface.
Life in the above is so much different from the one he knew of in the below. No massive beasts lurking in the darkness waiting to eat you in two bites. No hidden pitfalls where you can slide deep into the earth and never be able to climb back. No hidden poisonous moss or ceiling mushrooms that will make you see things and then possibly kill you after prolonged exposure. He had survived much, and he is happy to not have to put up with it now that he is old and slow.
His walk takes him to a group of younger kin who seem to be mingling with each other. He looks on curiously.
Muffinsbaby wrote:
Star Dasher had gone about his usual run, the exhilaration never fading each time his hooves pounded against the dirt. Though the disappointment of remaining on the ground was also ever present, a longing set bone-deep to play among the stars in the sky, to jump from one twinkling light to another, to get stardust tangled in his tail.