Zeik should be careful with young things - he knows this. Felinae is already a few years his junior, and though her youth and vitality stimulate him, her energy is hard to match. So he finds himself curiously back in the Field, now set on some kind of vendetta to seek out other mares in need. He wonders when this shift in him occured - how he’d gone from callously uncaring to suddenly warm and verbose. It’s odd, living this way, but the fulfillment he gains from protecting them is the closest thing to a real life he’s ever had, so he continues to do it. Besides, he’d found love in Felinae and he wasn’t about to deny her company when he wasn’t around. She needed outside friendship too.

The roan is simply that today - a regular blue roan wandering through the field. Since he’d flown with Felinae, flying without her seemed empty now, so he chooses to walk instead. It does him good, and builds up the muscles he’d been neglecting in his bird form. His eyes, a warm mahogany color, glance in no place particularly, simply enjoying the vibrant colors of spring. He catches sight of another who also enjoys the change of season, a young mare fresh from her dam’s protective eye it seems.

Zeik should walk the other way, but he doesn’t. “Hello.” He calls out to her, coming slowly into her field of vision so she won’t be startled or taken aback. He offers the rise of his ears as a sign of his goodwill, and slows to a halt in front of her. “Are you lost? You look … bewildered.” He wants to chuckle, but he also doesn’t want to offend her should she be a little touchy, so he instead smiles, hoping this will suffice.

Z E I K

-everything we are and used to be is buried and gone-