Where All Maps End; Any

[Jason]

The crickets’ chirping was slowly turning into a lullaby to Jason’s ears. His eyes were becoming heavier by the second. It had been a long time since he had been able to truly relax- but here, amongst spirits of friends, he felt wrapped in warmth. It was as if tender touches from ghosts had become the breeze that was now swirling around him. He could have stood there contented with nothing more for years. A rustle, a step, and then a voice, all three came sequentially and quickly. Jason’s eyes snapped open as he turned his head in the direction of the sound. Initially he didn’t see anything in the darkness, but once his eyes adjusted a form started to take shape. As the shape traced into the outline of a horse it began to speak. An introduction was made- nothing that was unusual until the end. Jason was called a “night-time visitor”….visitor… His heart sunk at the word. It hadn’t occurred to him that was what he was- to them- to the current habitants. The stallion, Mast, did seem friendly despite his unknown mistake. Jason had felt his own gaze fall, but he was quick to place a smile on his lips and brighten his expression to not (but just barely) show disappointment. ”Hello Mast, my name is Jason.” He said warmly. ”I have actually come to this place to offer my loyalty. So I hope to not be a visitor for too long. Do you live here?” jason