I'm a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart; astrophel, any

[Astrophel]

The meadow has become more of his home than the millions of other places he could call home in Beqanna. It is the familiarity of the grass, sparse trees, and wide open sky that comforts him. He clings to familiarity because it is all he has left in this world. Of course he has his new friend, Jord. But was that enough? Friendship went a long way in his eyes. Astrophel was always willing to give a helping hand. It made him feel good. More importantly, he had found it to be perhaps one of his purposes in life. Maybe it was the reason why he was dragged back into this world. Astrophel watches the obvious black spot that comes into the white winter scenery. There isn’t much to be done today, as there never really is for him, so watching this other stallion is only out of curiosity. There is something obviously different about the black horse. Maybe it was the wings that held strangely on his body. Astrophel ruffles his own wings at the thought of having a pair of wings like the other boy. It felt unnatural, but so did these wings too. He never had wings until he came back here. He isn’t far from the black horse when he calls out a name. The name isn’t exactly familiar, but Astrophel has gotten to know the usual and other meadow bums that called this place home. He steps towards the black stallion, moving away from under one of the sparse trees within the meadow. “Who’s Raeg’n?” He asks because something tells him that this so called Raeg’n might be important. At least important enough for someone to come looking for the person.

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