It's Been A While Hasn't It?

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine

Spring was always a welcome time for the blood bay. He was no fan of the cold weather that accompanied winter and surely that was common knowledge among those who knew him. Much had changed from the the winter months that had melted away recently. He had turned over a new leaf, he had actively chosen to reenter the world, to leave the darkness that been him home for nearly a year. It wasn’t something he was happy to have to do… he simply wished he had never retreated to the abyss to begin with.

Now he as he made his way back to Tephra, having taken a walk after talking to Magnus, ready to see to the tasks at hand. It was nice to have a job to do again. To have a purpose, something to work towards was refreshing. It was the rejuvenation he needed, and not that he had thrown himself back into his work he was starting to look and feel like his old self. The blood bay still looked the same, not a day older that 7, the prime age his immortality kicked in. That was more than fine for him, he quite enjoyed his forever prime..took it for granted even. This new spring just brought a sleek clean coat and the loss of the fluffy exterior he held just a few weeks before. He couldn’t complain.

The forest was relatively quiet, though that tended to be normal for the overcasted expanse of land. There was obviously plenty of noise, but not from the likes of him… most horses who were here wanted to stay hidden wanted to stay unnoticed. But that was neither here nor there, he wasn’t looking to find out the secrets of others, he didn’t want to know what secrets they held nor who was in the shadows. That was fine for now, soon though he would always be listening and looking. He would always be ready to drop into a conversation to get information, but that time was not now, not while he was taking time for himself in the forest. Everyone needed an escape from time to time. He was taking the time he needed to process the information Magnus had shared.

He walked along for some time before a familiar scent hit him, it never took him long to realize who was near. Siba. His interest peaked and he interested to know how his now grown daughter was. He had last seen her in Tephra, he had brought them with him to the land when they first formed it, barely a few days after the Reckoning. Nikita had been injured in the event, and Siba had taken him to her, together they had brought his once lover turned respected friend back to the safety of the volcanic land and those that he had trusted most with Chamber’s safety. So much time had passed since then. Siba had a few more years and should have been a mature mare now, he wondered if Nikita was still holding her close-- she always had kept a close eye of Siba.

The once necromancer followed any sign of the white and bay mare until he finally caught sight over her round a corner and push through some brush, he followed behind, watching from a distance as to not intrude on a private matter. He pushed his tall lanky frame through the brush and found himself peering into a nice clearing. Nitika was there and warmly greeted her daughter. A smile fell across his face as he saw that in many ways the years hadn’t changed a thing. He pushed into the clearing and called out his own greeting.
If I didn’t know better, I would say someone picked us up and took us back to 3 years ago. His voice was deep but jovial. He had always said he would be there for his children, and he was always happy to see them. He wasn’t like many stallions, he had hoped things would work out between Nikita and himself but it just wasn’t meant to be. Didn’t mean he would shun Siba away, Siba had been innocent in everything. It was good to see them both, it would be good to catch up. He closed the distance between them and waited to hear about how things were going.

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones