He isn’t really paying attention to where he is going. Mostly, he’s just fiddling around, following a field of sun-bright blooms as he walks along rather aimlessly. They’re his blooms, but what does it matter? He’ll follow them anyway. As he ambles onward, he hums rather tunelessly. Can horses even hum? Well, whatever it is, he’s not doing it well.
But that is really the least of his worries right now. Mostly, he’s just trying to figure out what do.
It’s not just his wandering that is aimless, it’s his whole life it seems. His one mission, small though it had been, had come to an abrupt end when he had discovered his father had died. Rather recently too, if he understands things correctly. Since then he hadn’t a clue what the hell he is supposed to be doing with his life.
At first, he doesn’t even notice than he has come upon the Field. Not until he realizes that he is no longer alone. Blinking silvery eyes, he glances around at the wide open expanse dotted here and there with fellow horses. Well, that was unexpected.
Never mind the fact that he’d probably been traveling through the field for at least a couple minutes now.
As he gazes around, surrounded by a spray of bright yellow blooms, a thought occurs him. Why not start his own herd? The thought sounds good in his head, but putting it into practice is a whole different matter entirely. He’s really just not sure where to start.
After a long minute of rather desperate soul-searching, he just happens to catch a glimpse of a mare standing off by herself. It’s clear she is lurking near the edges, trying to (mostly) avoid notice. But if she didn’t want to be recruited into either kingdom or herd, why is she here at all?
That certainly warrants further investigation. So, he does the only sane thing any young, curious stallion would do. He approaches, allowing the flowers he’d been idly playing with to wither away into nothing. But as he comes to a halt near the roan girl, he realizes he doesn’t actually know what to say.
”Hi there. I’m Astray.” So smooth. So charming. Well, maybe if one was a mushroom, it might be.
who am i supposed to be
if everything good is taken from me?
astray
Not quite sure what this is :|