in the morning i sleep alone

[Texas]

and I discovered that my castles stand

upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

Midwinter is not a time during which much socialization occurs, but Texas has placed himself in the center of the kingdom regardless. There is a little frost hanging at the ends of his mane and tail, and it catches the light much like the grey hairs that hide between the black. The only hoof prints in the wide meadow beside the waterfall are his own, and while he suspects that the other residents of the kingdom are taking refuge from the winter winds, he is tired of being alone.

He doesn’t want conversation – he’d rather his company be mute it at all possible - but the absence of both the queen (who he knows is ill) and the king in the past few weeks are concerning. Below is about somewhere, as are Nixie and Cymbalta, and he hopes that nothing has befallen Hoku. Piety has disappeared, and Eld has been gone for years. Chezter hasn’t been seen in months, Texas has heard rumors that the stallion was captured by the Chamber. Perhaps he’ll learn something there.

Raising his head, the bay stallion calls those within earshot, summoning them to the waterfall.

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