[open] To Be Alone Or Not?

[Gale]

@Nerica

i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do ---------- i hope you dream of me Around Gale, the world is brighter, illuminated by the soft golden glow that emanates from the brindle stripes along his neck and barrel. Fear, Anger, and Loneliness. The emotions have drawn him down from the sky, and he folds his white feathered wings along his body, avoiding looking at the left and its bold crimson V out of habit. The navy stallion’s magic grows as he follows the invisible trail, and he makes no move to hide his movements in the open Riverlands, at last unconcerned about the possibility of being seen. Thanks to Tephra and its waterfall, he has no need to fear anything at all. Especially not a shivering mare. She is tall and broad, with a curious speckling of white across her blue black coat. Most definitely the source of the emotions, and Gale moves closer, hoping for more. There is a smile on his handsome face, a mask above the writhing shadows, and it is impeccable. “What brings you to the River?” he asks, hoping it is a sad story. If it is not, perhaps he might break her bones, and draw strength from her pain. GALE