A familiar surroundings (Jason/Sprite)

[Jason]

The Gates held so much- so much responsibility, love, family. Jason could feel the white hairs burrow into his blue-grey coat. Normally he would expend an ounce of his magic to wash the picture of age and stress away, but Jason had grown tired. On the particular day that he decided to go to the meadow he didn’t particularly care about his appearance. His mane was tangled with bits of soil and brush painting the white mane in a more brownish light. White had formed about his nose and muzzle showing a small amount of his age. He didn’t plan on speaking to anyone. He simply planned on wandering around the meadow and thinking to himself. The walk to the meadow was more sluggish for Jason than normal. He took his time with each step. He enjoyed every bit of the foreign lands and soaked in the bright, warm sun. A small thought passed to Fiasko and how much he would have liked her with him. Another thought went to Voudou as to how she faired, and before he knew it Jason had reached his destination. The meadow was glorious in the summer. It was filled with life and teams of horses meeting one another. Jason walked with his head cocked to the side as he horse watched. Jason felt a small twitch in his hooves and picked up his speed to a trot. A bird called out and Jason turned his head to the side as he ran to spot the feathered creature. Without warning Jason felt his body heave itself into another horse that must have been daydreaming like himself. He stumbled forward. Thankfully he most likely just clipped the horse on her side causing most of the forward momentum to be retained in his fall. ”Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!” He said in between breaths as he laid on the ground. Slowly he regained his stance and began to assess what he know noticed to be a mare. ”Are you alright, is anything hurt?” jason magical son of eol and ashling