i carry your heart; any

[Uconn]

He wasn’t sure what was happening lately. His world was turned upside down. Paths that used to be achingly familiar were now foreign and sometimes fraught with danger. Families had been ripped apart, both of blood, and of loyalty. It seemed not a single life had escaped unscathed, even he, who’d been absent is not unaffected. His home has turned on him, the veil protects her, even from him. Rejection burns hot inside his stomach, churning the contents, making him feel ill. He wants nothing but to go home, to return to the places he’d played as a colt, to see the faces he’d grown up around, taken for granted, and hadn’t appreciated. Instead he is here, alone, homeless, with no one to soften the brunt of this realization. He is so very alone. So he comes to the Meadow, in search of…something, anything to mute the loneliness. It isn’t often he is brave enough to intrude on another, but when he sees her as she wanders, blind to the world around her, functioning only on a basic level as her gaze is lost on the world around her, he cannot help himself. He calls out, a soft nicker winding through the treeline, and steps from beyond the brush to fall in step a few paces off with her. He thinks that perhaps for a moment, he can find distraction and solace in her company, and from the energy she gives off perhaps she can find solace in him for a brief moment or two, or perhaps not. If nothing else they offer each other a short distraction. ”Are you looking for someone, or something?” he inquires gently, ”I’ve nothing to do, I can help if you like.” he offers. This is truth, he has nothing, no one in this strange world. It would cost him nothing. ”My name’s Uconn.”