[open] i took a sleeping pill and cant think of a title

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free The brief rest he’d meant to take had turned into a long afternoon nap, and by the time Gale wakes the sunlight that streams through the thicket is rich and red. The brindle yawns and rolls his neck, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. He must have been more tired than he’d thought to sleep so long. A thin bird call sounds far overhead, and Gale apologizes silently to Erne for making the osprey keep such an unexpectedly long watch. The bird responds with something that sounds like a joke about Gale not being the only horse that cost his companion a dinner, but Gale has never been the best at interpreting avian humor. He emerges from the brush and shakes bits of twig and leaf from his pale wings, his blue gaze caught by the glint of the river to his right. The place had been nice enough in the early afternoon, but the sunset has transformed it. Gale takes in the view for some time, a distracted smile on his navy face, and only when a gust of summer wind tugs and his long mane and brings the smell of another horse does the pegasus realize that he is not alone. A chestnut mare with glittering jewels across her pelt watches the sunset, and beside her stands a creature that looks a little like a wolf. Its nearness to her suggests a bond not unlike his with Erne, and the punchline of the osprey’s joke finally sinks in, and Gale smiles. The water is shallow, and he makes no effort to avoid the puddles. It is cool on his legs and striped belly, leaving him in a pleasant mood when he is near enough to talk to the other horse (while giving her toothy companion a respectable amount of space to act as a barrier between them). “This sunset is pretty cool, huh?”