There was no real reason for him to keep his head held high, but he did anyway.
The young stallion is almost statuesque against the grey shroud of the morning’s mist, his thoughtful gaze set firmly on the horizon before him. It seems as if he was waiting for something as his patient and soft breaths leave his indigo lips in a foggy cloud. All was as still as a picture – from the trees’ branches to the tightness of his clenched jaw. The only hint of movement was the gentle brush of grass blades against stoic legs and the twirl of black tendrils against auburn skin.
Warrick keeps himself alert, muscles drawn tight beneath his skin. He’s always on edge – overcautious, even. His stare, though soft, is wary and examining. Inwardly, he was unsure and hesitant. A single ear is tipped backwards slightly; the only physicality giving away his worry that was etched uneasily somewhere in the pit of his stomach. He kept his eyes forward and head up, but the only reason was because of the warmth that he felt to his right.
He could hear her munching quietly on the dew-soaked grass beside him, taking comfort in the sound and her presence. She was the only thing that seems familiar to him in the moment and a brief ripple of relaxation falls over his body.
There is a pinprick of light that squeezes itself through the trees in the distance, causing his thoughts to become redirected and his muscles snap into place. He snorts softly and idly flicks his tail against his ankles as he watches the sun slowly begin to rise into dawn.
He felt out of place but at the same time he didn’t. He knew he belonged here, in Beqanna with his sister, but the fact that there was no place to call home left him discouraged. He doesn’t do well with uncertainty. It looms over him like a dark cloud and he can’t help but overcompensate his worry with holding his head a little bit higher.
A soft touch of warmth on his shoulder breaks Warrick’s posture, causing him to lower and turn his head towards his right. He tips his ears back bashfully, realizing that she probably had noticed his unusual disposition. A smile broke on his lips and he playfully bumps her nose with his own.
His sister had always been the one to bring him out of his thoughts and into reality.
WARRICK
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