Ravan
we laugh like sinners
Somehow, it’s no surprise that he had ended up here. Even as young as he is, he’d recognized the hand the fates had served him. And unfortunately, it was not to be the coddled prince.
He doesn’t cry out for his mother. She might hear him, but he is certain she wouldn’t care. He is certain she wouldn’t return. Indeed, he is lucky to have even made it here, a haven in and of itself for the young and the hopeless. For the children like him, abandoned and unwanted.
How many of them never find a mother to love them? Too many, he is sure. The place reeks of desperation and hopelessness.
In that moment, he is decided. Young, abandoned, without love or future or family, he is decided. He would make his own destiny. He would make his own path in life, regardless of where that might lead him. Regardless of what he had to do to get there. For now though, he knows he must wait. He must practice patience, because he cannot survive on his own out there. Not yet at least. The moment he could, watch out world. But for now, he would wait. He would simply persevere.
Stumbling forward, the small colt, all pale skin and gangly legs with short tufts for mane and tail that glimmer silver in the dim light, finds himself a cozy nook. A space he might sleep, wile away his hours in peaceful slumber. A place to wait, a place to grow.
And, if he were very lucky, a place he might be found.
and weep like gods
@[Heda] sorry, it's kind of a crummy post. Still trying to feel him out D: