syden
He'd already settled into the life at the Gates, but he was bored. He had spent the last few weeks merely wandering about the area, and he had explored so thoroughly that he had become bored. He needed something to do, some sort of drama to push him into action. He was used to a battle lifestyle, to one of constant action and danger. So he wandered back towards the field, where he'd first wandered, but he noticed a group of trees that he hadn't laid eyes upon before.
So he wandered over and began to explore, weaving through trees, breathing in the piney air that surrounded him. It took him back to his childhood, to playing in the woods with his friends when they were young. The birds were chirping overhead, the grass growing green and sweet while the flowers bloomed bright and fragrant, and he couldn't keep a smile off of his normally-serious expression. It put a spring into his step and he felt young again, like a child, and it was glorious to actually feel relaxed for once in his life.
He heard her before he saw her, and her voice drew his attention instantly; it was better than any birdsong he'd heard, any mare, and he moved towards her, ears perked as he walked. She was a beautiful color, a tawny that rivaled anything he'd seen. "Hello." He greeted her with a cocky smile, full of confidence. He felt less battle-scarred and more spontaneous, and he planned on using that to his advantage. Perhaps it was the weather or the change in scenery, but he felt more alive than he'd felt in weeks.
>> drawn to the things you cannot find <<
