There are few things left the way they were, back before the world was new. Before Beqanna remade herself. Weir remembers those things, catalouges them deep in his mind and though it saddens him, they remain there to be thought on when the days are too long and the nights too cold and dark.

One such thing is the Meadow, rolling hills and wildflowers. The green is sweet here, growing in stalks long enough to stroke his belly, the flowers perfumed and delicious. Colors have no limits either, they grow as they wish, pops of orange and purple and pink. Clusters of blue bonnets and shocks of dandelions bleeding yellow among the emerald clovers. Then there is red, his favorite, patches of indian paintbrush spring up in bold strips of color and it reminds him of Christmas.

The glow of lights strung up on houses and oak crackling warm fires in hearths that are surrounded by family and loved ones. He sighs as he reminisces, lost deep within his subconscious, even if the world changed, his memories did not.

He missed Christmas, the snow and laughter- the merriment. True, he was just a horse but once he had been a man. That seemed so very long ago now. It did not help that Weir had been on the receiving end of his misguided gifts and learned to read. There were so many expectations for a horse who had book smarts, so many things, wants, desires, left unfulfilled.

It’s not something he would take back or change though, not for anything.

The reverie breaks at the sound of another, he’d otherwise quite forgotten he had been in the common lands. He was probably in someone’s way, standing on a particular patch of fresh grass or something.

“Pardon me, ‘scuse, I’ll just be out of your way there-” he hadn’t really taken a moment to take in what exactly was said. Just now he realized he had not been asked to move in the first palce.

“Oh, hallo, hallo there. Fine day miss, a pleasure.” His rusty head dipped in greeting. “I’m Weir, quite right, introductions first, silly me.” His amber eyes beamed, making him look simply amused with himself.