we learn to dive by choosing to fall
The days grew shorter as midwinter grew closer. Night crawled across the land quicker, until the hours of darkness out numbered the hours of daylight. The sun would try to shine through the clouds, sometimes thick with snow. Sometimes it would take days or weeks before the sun was able to crawl through the cloud cover.
Today was a good day, the winter sun was out even if the heat wasn't beating down on his back like he liked it. He sighed, releasing a warm breath that turned into a foggy cloud. Snow hadn't fallen yet, thankfully, but the ground was frosty with the oncoming winter storms. The temperature was cold, but only felt a little draft through the thick shaggy fur that covered him.
He had wandered from the Forest, doing little except wallowing in his thoughts of guilt and shame. Twice now he had failed at being a herd stallion, at keeping his mares safe and it was eating away at his soul and his heart. So he wandered, contemplating returning home to his mam and da, to going back to what he knew, to giving up. To finding his daughter, giving her his love and best wishes and directions on how to find him, should she need to.
He was not so lost in his thoughts though, that he did not see her there amongst the sparse vegetation of the Meadow when he cleared the woods. He tilts his head to the side, watching her and despite his failures, he makes his way towards her. His large heart unwilling to let her suffer in silence if he could help some how. His warm eyes landed on hers and he manages a warm smile. "Greetings lass."
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