Weir blinks against the autumn sun, fresh rays of fall-light blind him as he wakes in the middle of the Dale's meadow. The sun's warmth is nice against his roan skin and he rolls over, realizing he is bedding in grass. That he has the weirdest sensation that he is covered in hair, and where are his blankets?
He opens his amber eyes, he's on the ground, face full of weeds and grass and wildflowers.
Had he slept here? It's an odd sensation, looking around at the greenery as if this is a strange place to sleep, as if he did not usually sleep here at all. He also was surprised to find that he had no hands, had he ever had hands? Well, he has hooves now but maybe he was supposed to have hooves.
Wasn't he just at the Gates? Where is Fynnegan? He blinks groggily, amber eyes looking as his head and neck turns about. He must have been sleeping really hard because he's not sure he was ever at the Gates- he was somewhere else, somewhere with snow. Somewhere with Darwin, yes, that was it- he would ask Darwin.
"Darwin?" He says quietly, as he cautiously rises from his cushion of grass. Teetering on his legs as if he has never used them before. This was a very curious predicament, curious indeed.
He twists, flicks his tail, but there is no Darwin in sight. Somehow Fynnegan's been misplaced too, and come to think of it he doesn't remember the trip home. Not at all. Neither one of them. He sighs, wishing he had stayed asleep. It's not often he comes across such a vivid dream, not one he remembers so clearly anyhow. It must have been a dream, a frightening dream but also a nice one- if that makes sense. Who is he to talk of sense though? Weir's actually kind of disappointed, he felt like he was missing something and that it was just out of reach, right there on the tip of his brain.
Red ears fall flat against his ginger mane, he wishes Darwin were really here, like in his dream. A light snow begins to trickle down around Weir, big fat snowflakes landing in the meadow grass and melting. He doesn't even notice them, he just notices the absence of his friend.
WEIR