06-06-2020, 11:12 AM
Throughout the ups and downs in Mesec’s life, his favourite time of day has shifted. He’s always felt most comfortable at night - sometimes when the moon is out, the silver light reminding him of his mother, and others when the moon is completely hidden and he can focus instead on feeling relief from her absence. But the dawn, the bright and colourful start to a new day, has been a favourite for a while. In the sky, he sees colours that remind him of friends he has lost, of his children now grown and living scattered throughout the lands. It reminds him of that flame of hope in his heart that never quite went out, even when things were at their darkest. He closes his silver eyes when he feels the first rays of sunlight on his face, relishing the warmth they bring and feeling all the sweeter for breaking up the shadows of the cool green forest. When he opens them again, he moves from where he had been standing towards a path he remembered seeing - and there spots a grey figure coming along the path towards him. He does not move to block the path but stays with his hooves shrouded in small green plants and the occasional flower - his voice carefully not too loud so as to not break the peaceful spell of the new day. “Good morning.” And that’s when some of the anxiety that plagued him in his youth begins to swell up, choking off the question about whether she would mind some company on her stroll through the woods. Instead, he leaves it there, for now, giving this stranger the opportunity to pause as she passes him or, perhaps, just move on to wherever she was going. Mesec
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@[aletta]