In his mind, Warrick is on the mountain. There, the night sky had opened up above him like a hungry mouth while thousands of stars twinkled above him. His sister and mother (drawn to their stars like they’ve always been) stared into the sky with hungry and wanderlust-filled gazes. His eyes followed their gaze and searched the gaping chasm with them, hoping to feel the same unexplainable attraction that was so obvious in his twin sister and mother. He longed to understand what it was they saw in the blue-black painted sky and stared all the more. Suddenly, he felt his eyes becoming weary from the intense focus and with a toss of his head, blinked away the pain. The moment his eyes opened, his sister and mother were nowhere to be seen. It was there, in that moment, standing alone on what now seemed like a cold and incredibly dark mountain, where Warrick realized he would never understand what the stars were telling his family. Perhaps the stars’ secrets were not meant for him.
Warrick had found himself slowly moving his way down the mountain like so many of those in Beqanna already had. His journey was hesitant at first. Every so often the stallion would stop and stare questioningly at the sky, a look of confusion finding his solemn face. Despite his mother and sister’s disappearance and his lack of being able to accompany them, it did not change what Warrick needed to do, which was to survive. With a huff, the stallion’s dark eyes focused on the trail before him and he continued on his way.
At a later moment in time, Warrick would probably find it fitting that he came across Tephra just as the sun was setting. He came to a stop at its borders, a soft snort leaving his nostrils. He was tired. He missed his sister. He was never one to be alone, but he had found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of it with every passing day. Frustrated with hearing nothing but silence and his own thoughts, Warrick carefully listened to the sounds of the new land around him - the slight breeze that caused the leaves on the branches to brush gently against each other, then the last call of a bird in the distance before the sun's last light disappeared. With a disgruntled sigh, his dark blue eyes search the horizon as the sunset’s bright colors gave way into the darkness of night. He stood there almost expectantly, hopefully. His gaze flit to and fro throughout the sky, his pupils catching every prick of starlight as it appeared. He could easily find the constellations as they became brighter and more clearer, knowing their order and names from staring up at them so often. Perhaps they were there, soaring through the galaxies – perhaps they could see him.
A faint hint of a smile tugged at the edges of his indigo lips. It was a fleeting moment, for his face fell into a statuesque stare as he remembered he was not one to make wishes on stars and the stars were not ones to grant them.
warrick.
like the sun swallowed up by the earth