There was something oddly familiar about the field. Jason hadn’t ventured to its borders in years (way too many to count), but he still felt accustomed to it. Perhaps it was the politeness of it all, the requesting and offering of homes. At this moment in time Jason didn’t have too much to offer, but he knew that field equaled new faces and he himself was new (sort of).
The grass cushioned his steps, easing the pressure that each trod forward put on his back. Though Jason had the ability to heal his old bones, even replace his skeleton if he wished, he liked the aches. The worn ligaments and creaky joints reminded him that he wasn’t as young as he appeared. Jason let out a sigh as he crept along the edge of the field. There seemed to be many occupied conversations and although he didn’t mind interrupting several of the horses seemed head deep in suitors. Jason wasn’t spectacular at this moment in time anyway (so he didn’t look like much). He didn’t like the feel of wings on his back or horns on his head. He didn’t even like to be a particularly odd color. He had tried all of the unique looks on and not one agreed with him. He was a simpleton despite the magic that swirled through his veins.
Out of the corner of his light blue eyes Jason spotted a lone mare amongst the trees. She almost didn’t stand out with the tall grass shading her head, which was shoved deep into the crowd of blades. Jason couldn’t help but laugh to himself- she must be quite hungry. As he approached the mare he did so slowly, making sure to stomp his hooves as he lumbered forward. In no way did Jason wish to startle the mare. ”Hello there” He said loudly as soon as he was within a few feet. ”How’s it taste? I imagine with all these horses flocking to this area it must be pretty tasty.” He grinned.
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