He appeared to walk with purpose as he carefully picked his way through the forest, sunlight filtering through the heavy, brittle foliage above and casting golden light onto his auburn coat. He eventually found himself wandering a bit haphazardly, telling himself that it was his attempt at becoming familiar with the new shape and landscape of Beqanna - not the fact that if he stood still for a moment too long that he would be lost in the thoughts he constantly tries to block out of his mind.
Though he was slowly getting used to the unusual volcanic activity that surrounds Tephra, he desperately needed some time away from the open sky that left him feeling incredibly lonely. He would never admit it (though no one would ever ask) that he specifically sought out the forest’s trees so that they may block out whatever he could possibly look for in the atmosphere. It didn’t really matter though, because eventually the sun would set like it did every night, and he would inevitably find himself staring up at a yawning chasm of starlight and blackness – desperately searching.
But at the moment it was mid-day, with autumn’s cool sun playing through the tree’s foliage – so his stars and galaxies were well hidden from his sight (though they never truly left, even when he closed his eyes), and despite the heaviness that weighed on his mind, he did his best to enjoy it. Indigo nostrils flare as he inhaled the smell of the quiet, musky wood, dark eyes taking in his surroundings. He does not know how long he has been wandering the forest, but amidst the golden-brown world around him he notices that he is no longer alone.
Warrick slows his steady walk and soon the sound of his hooves crackling in the leaves stop. He snorts softly, blue-tipped ears flicking towards the mare in front of him. He doesn’t move towards her, but is in her sight if she cared to glance towards him. His curious gaze lingers on the sparkling gold around her feet and the glimmer of gold in her ears. Beyah would want me to talk to her, he muses to himself, for his long-lost sister was always more outgoing than him.
For a moment there is a gleam of something in his eye, like when you remember an old memory that once brought you such warmth and laughter that you wish you could return to it time and time again – but that spark was gone as soon as it had arrived, vanishing from his eyes and turning dark.
“Hello,” he says quietly, blue-tipped ears flicking backwards slightly in what seems like embarrassment, as if he had interrupted something.
warrick.
like the sun swallowed up by the earth