I had a dream that we were dead
and we pretended that we still lived
The day is stretching into evening, vibrant shades of pink and purple and navy streaking the sky, as the young stallion makes his way into the meadow. He has spent so much of his youth here, it feels almost like home. Certainly more so than the Dale. With his mother and father absent, and his twin having disappeared (off to discover the world), he is left at rather loose ends. These days, he spends far more time away, discovering much of Beqanna on his own.
Some days it is lonely. Some days it is enthralling. Most days, it simply is.
For a creature as odd and dichotomous as he, it is a rather staid and boring life (except for once, when he had met Violence. He still is not quite sure what to make of that incident). He is not necessarily happy, but neither is he unhappy. Instead he seems to exist in some sort of unpleasant stasis, his life simply waiting to happen.
He is meandering through the snow-laden meadow slowly, mind lost in leaden thought, not paying attention to his surroundings. So at first he does not realize who he is seeing, despite his milky gaze lingering upon her for several long minutes. When recognition registers however, he cannot help the way his heart leaps in joy.
He had not realized how much he had missed her in her absence until she is before him once again.
Bursting into a trot, he plows through the snow unheedingly, focused only upon the red and white mare just there across the meadow. ”Estela!” he shouts, voice cutting exuberantly through the biting cold of the midwinter air. A lopsided grin tugs at his lips as he draws to a halt beside her.
Jinn
undead son of Tiphon and Elysteria
@[Estela]
