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[Astrophel]

His dreamy thoughts had distracted him from the reality of the world. It was not until the smell of another so close in distance that brought him back to the actual world that surrounds him. The cremello stallion looks confused for a moment, searching with hazel eyes at where he stands. He is still within the meadow but further away from where he remembers. Then he remembers, the smell filling his nares and getting caught in the hooks of it. Astrophel turns, hazel eyes and white ears, to see the approaching stranger. It—She is dark like the night sky that he once felt at peace within all those years. Years he truly cannot remember how long it was—thousands and hundreds perhaps. A look of content is plastered onto his lips, and a curious gleam is caught in his eyes. As the mare comes closer, he studies her carefully. There is no alarm from the stranger he gets after she reaches him. Her greeting is pleasant, filled with warm words and a peaceful smile. “Hello,” he says in greeting back to her. His voice is not hoarse as before when he first crashed back into the world. The stallion had found his voice and memory of this world’s language yet again. It was hidden in the cracks and shadows of his mind, tucked far away. Her name is followed next with a pleasant bow of her dark hair and head. Astrophel smiles softly at her mannerism. “My name is Astrophel,” he says and also mimics her own bow after giving his name. Conversations had never been easy for the cremello boy but if anything he tries his best to show respect and kindness to all without question. “Homeless?” The question sounds bizarre and draws a rather funny look on his face for a time. He is rather silent too, trying to figure out why even such a thing would be considered. Then he remembers why—he forgets about the customs and cultures of this world too easily. Beqanna is not like the starry night sky and galaxies far beyond the one he sees nightly. His home is bigger than this land and the planet itself. “I have a home,” he says looking towards the sky, but it is not the stars that he sees but the blue sky. “You cannot see it now, but it is up there.” And he yearns for it again.

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