Where All Maps End; Any

[Jason]

The great, old stallion stood upon a hill etched out of rock. It sprung from the ground, flowing out from the trees like it had been birthed from them. The light of day was beginning to fall as a show of light tones began to weave through the darkening sky. Jason watched as the sun fell. His eyes glistened in the closing shine. The breeze curled his mane and cooled his warm shoulders. Jason could feel the peace flow through him like a spring emerging from hardened soil. It had been a long time since he had felt such a way. The Gates were the only home that seemed to give him such ease. ”I’m back, and I miss you..” He spoke into the empty space before him. Jason missed the friends he once held, the lovers he once kissed. There was nothing left and although he was thankful for the fresh start he longed for a friendly touch. Jason hadn’t had time to meet and make familiar faces- he knew that was a part of any new life. That didn’t mean he wasn’t eager to get to know others, to wear his heart on his sleeve. Jason stretched out his neck, lifting his head until he felt the pressure pull his muscles apart. He relieved the movement with a heavy exhale. His tail flicked, and he shook his body. The vibrations flowed from his shoulders to his back side. Jason then settled into a comfortable stance and let his gaze rest on the stars. jason