A lull has seemed to fill the lands for quite some time now. Even Loess has been too quiet for his liking. The life of a mercenary has seemed glamorous and filled with glories, but so far, the years of being part of the ranks within it has been rather uneventful. Well, there had been the takeover of Sylva but even then, it had not been that hard to claim another of their own.

Bored out of his mind, Titus leaves the confinement of his home. He searches for something more than the normal routine. A routine that leaves him rather idle lately. He even has given up on his daily routines of keeping in shape.

Perhaps there would be something more entertaining elsewhere.

There were a couple ideas he considered doing after leaving Loess. One of them had been going to find Daedra and asking her for a hunt. The second one had been visiting Nerine and seeing his family. However, that idea remained a bit sour for him. Titus wasn’t even certain if he should be visiting his family a lot after he has just reunited with him. He didn’t want to seem too eager to be happy to be welcomed back. Then again, he wasn’t sure if it was even right for him to be around his family even now after seeing them. Sometimes he feels happy about rekindling their relationship, but most of the time he feels bitter about how everything that has happened within his earlier childhood.

It seemed both of those ideas were out of the question truly. Titus found himself nearing the meadow, a place he doesn’t often find himself in, as he glides through the sky on an early autumn afternoon. He can feel the crisp wind roll through the cloudless sky. It sends a small shiver down his spine, but he embraces it.

Titus flies in circles now, preparing for himself to land. With a couple flaps of his wings, he descends easily and comfortably, making a clean landing onto the spotted green and brown meadow. He stretches his wings out once and folds them neatly on his classic champagne colored body.

He then looks around the meadow, searching here and there with nutmeg colored eyes. It seemed to be a rather normal day, nothing stuck out or really drew his attention. Perhaps the meadow had been the wrong place after all.

Pity, he thinks with distaste and lets out an irritated snort.

Something quick moves in the corner of his eye. He turns his gaze towards the moving object, quickly catching ahold of what comes at him with a quick speed. “What the hell,” he screams out, scrambling to get out of the way as the winged mare comes landing right where he just was.

It was too late though. He barely moved before being showered just a little with dirt and sod. Titus growls loudly back at the mare in reply to her laugh. A smile easily falls onto her black lips. The black mare attempts to apologize to him, but he is already on edge of irritation at the entire thing. “You could have killed me!” He says with a sharp tone, though his words are obviously being overdramatic.

“You really should watch where you are going.” He snorts softly at her. Did he really have to lecture someone on how to fly? He never had to do that to anyone because he just assumed everyone knew how to properly fly by the time they were adults. “Maybe instead of flying—” Titus steps back from the mare who insists on removing the dirt from his shoulder after his near-death event. “Do you mind?” He says boldly, narrowing his nutmeg gaze at the black mare.

Something felt way off about this mare, Titus decided by the way she suddenly started to look at him. Then she decides to call him pretty. The boy chokes, caught off guard by her words and compliment. She doesn’t even give him a chance to say anything and then starts circling him like he is some sort of interesting piece of something.

He doesn’t say anything. The boy is obviously too dazed by the way she speaks freely and moves easily around him. It isn’t until she stops in front of him again with her smile that he finally gets the words out of his mouth. “I’m Titus.” At least that was out now. “And thank you?” Except he wasn’t sure what to say about being called pretty.

For the most part, Titus had spent raising Venus and himself. His childhood should have been a perfect one, or so it at least was in the beginning. If it had not been for that pesky mare who tried to snatch Venus away, they both would have had happy years within Nerine with their parents and multiple siblings.

But nothing is ever perfect.

His parents didn’t come looking for him like they were supposed to (or so he thought they had not). It made him become bitter. A bitterness that quickly sets him on edge. Titus should have forgotten about the whole thing after reuniting with his family in Nerine, but a part of him just hasn’t been able to let the whole thing go. He just can’t find the will within him to do so.

And he definitely did not bother remaining in his childhood home too. He was raised a Loessian, and a Loessian he would always be.

Titus still isn’t sure about the black mare. Her bubbly personality puts him over a bit. It’s her attitude of happiness and optimism that boils him beneath his skin.

She falls silent after asking what he is doing today. Is that how I get her to shut up? He thinks, still not quite sure what to even do with this girl. “Well,” he says thinking about the question, “I’m not entirely sure. I just came here to get away.” Truly, his life was rather boring right now. “I was bored so I decided to come find something for me to do.”

The winged boy bits his lips at her next words. Melodramatic? Really?! He shakes his head silently at her words. He was hardly dramatic at all. Titus snorts softly in reply to her words. “I accept your apology. But I was not being dramatic.” He narrows his nutmeg eyes at the Graeme. “Besides, you shouldn’t be flying if you don’t have a clear head. You could hurt yourself.” Not that he cared the slightest, but it slipped out anyway.

“God,” he says flatly, without a care to hold back his words, “You really just need to know everything don’t you.” Her optimistic personality might be overwhelming, but there was one thing that Titus didn’t really like about others. Being nosy. Was it even possible to be this bubbly and nosy at the same time? it seemed like a complete disaster to him. Somehow that disaster found him!

It didn’t seem the questions would stop either. From one to the other they came out of the black mare’s mouth. There was no way to stop her. Even if he tries he knew she would not.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what you do when you come to the Meadow,” he states obviously when she turns to look back at him again. “Isn’t that why you came here?” The question slips out without him thinking. He grumbles softly under his breath at even asking her something.

She then begins to describe flying, like he hasn’t done it before. But there is something more to it than the way she paints the picture to him. There is thrill and love in her words. As if flying was the entire reason for her existence. Titus cannot help himself to look up half way through her words, trying to somehow admire the endless sky as she does right now. Well, he isn’t very good at doing it like Graeme does.

The muddy stallion looks back down at her. He looks at her curiously with his nutmeg gaze, wondering exactly who this mare really was. Something within her words about flying made him feel a bit warmer. A seed of desire planted within him, slowly growing to want something what she has. Happiness? Was that it? It could be, but what even was that?

“I’ve tried it before,” he replies when she offers. But he isn’t sure exactly what she means by showing him, so he cannot help but pursue it. “What exactly do you mean showing me?” There couldn’t be nothing more to it. “Flying is just flying,” he adds.

Well, she certainly had a way of saying things that were right. Titus, however, didn’t want to agree and admit it. He was feeling a bit stubborn today and he didn’t want to let some stranger have the upper hand of him getting to admit that he had been wrong.

“Oh, I should have asked if I could come into your home!” He offers softly after she describes what she often does. A soft smile touches his lips at his hint of sarcasm in response to her words moments ago. Titus then glances to the meadow around them, trying to depict the spring time picture she had painted for him. “I’m sure it’s pretty here,” he adds with a soft scoff, clearly telling he doesn’t care for such things. Titus isn’t really one to take the time to notice the details of the world around him. He finds it better to ravel in the bitterness of it all.

But even that has grown tiresome for him.

Her small laugh draws him back to her as she explains more about her fascination of flying. The warm feeling, he felt previously still lingers within his chest as she continues. Her enthusiasm for flying is something different. Flying was just a simple thing to him. It was part of life, and that pretty much is what flying always has been for Titus. But, she spoke with it like it was something else.

She steps forward, brushing her lips on his shoulder and beckons for him to follow her into the sky. The muddy stallion doesn’t move, instead, he watches her with awe and the happiness it brings her. She circles above him and the trees, calling out his name and telling him to join her.

Titus lets out a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Then a large smile grows wide across his lips, and he can’t seem to take it off right now. But before he knows it, he is already making a run across the grass and unfolding his wings. The leaps up into the air, feeling the wind quickly take ahold of him and he is up in the air.

He quickly flies towards her, circling around her when he gets closer. “Alright, I’m here. Now what?” He asks, still holding that same smile from before.