Where was he from? He knew he was originally from Beqanna… that was the simple answer. Too generic though? But he could not for the life of him remember anything more than that. He remembered bits of specific lands… he vaguely recalled the warm, safe scent of his mother, and following her around their first home. He remembered the waterfall that led to his best friends’ valley. And he vaguely recalled some sandy world that he ventured into once or twice. But as for specific names? Unfortunately, long forgotten. The only land he did recall? The meadow… this meadow.
“I was born here in Beqanna, but hadn’t been back for quite a few years.” He began, his voice still light and cheery. “Seems like some things have changed since… lot more magical horses than I remember,” he chuckled with a grin, his eyes gesturing to the vast scene before them filled with mythical creatures. Who knew? He wondered… maybe both of them had magical traits as well.
“What about y’all?” he continued.
B E R L I N
remember me for centuries