Let me apologize to begin with...
Sometimes I feel like I have been wandering for ages. I mean, I kind of have. It's been, what? Two years almost? So yeah, ages. Half my life. Well, actually, my whole life, if you count all the time before.
Before, when I still bothered trying to find my family. I've stopped now. It's so pointless, they've never wanted me. Only one horse had ever seemed to want me around. I haven't seen her in a while, but I miss her. I had somehow managed to misplace her a while back (don't ask me how - story of my life). I keep hoping I'll see a flash of her red, red hair, but I haven't yet. Sometimes I think I do, but then it never is.
It's been a long and lonely few years, but I'm used to being alone. So really, it's just life, trudging on like it always does.
It's winter again, or the tail end of it at least. I can smell spring in the air, but patches of snow still crunch under my feet. My bay coat is thick and shaggy still, my dark mane now long and tangled, the feathering around my feet shaggy and gray with mud. I could be handsome, I suppose, if I ever bothered to clean up. But really, what's the point? There's no one around to impress.
I trudge onward through the trees, not really paying attention to where I'm going (I've seen it all a hundred times before anyway), so the appearance of another actually surprises me. What surprises me more is that, after a moment of rather dumbfounded staring, I actually recognize the red and black form.
”Litha?” I ask softly, tone equally skeptical and hopeful. My teal eyes find hers, and I wonder for a minute if perhaps I'm dreaming.
Moment
accident-prone son of Offspring and Lirren
Yessssss <333