b l a c k e r than the s u n

[Jason]

Winter had come and with it came frigid temperatures and snow flurries. Thankfully the Gates kept most of its leaves, and it didn’t grow nearly as barren as other parts of Beqanna. Still it wasn’t as enchanting as it normally was, and thus Jason felt a pull to return back to the field. He glided along the well-worn path. His hooves licked up piles of muddy snow and pasted a thick brown coat onto his lower legs. The crusted dirt darkened his pearly hooves making him look less polished than normal. Jason huffed to himself once he incidentally spotted the deformity. He knew that it would take valued time for him to get cleaned back up. Jason shook his head at the vanishing thought. He shouldn’t be annoyed nor should he care about such things. Soon the blue stallion reached the familiar field. Its blanket of green had turned brown in the deadening temperatures. Yet still horses seemed to be congregating in the area, and one in particular quickly caught his attention. She towered over several of the other horses, and her rich black hue stood out against the muted colors. She was unaccompanied which Jason would soon remedy. He adjusted his direction and trotted easily over to the mare. He exhaled a light puff of air forming a momentary cloud in front of him. Once the grey air faded away a smile was clearly visible along his lips. ”Hello” He gleamed. ”Name’s Jason.” His head bobbed. ”How are you today?” jason magical son of eol and ashling