10-01-2018, 08:20 PM
i'm the king of nothing at all
you're my queen of nothing at all
Home was an idea to Darrow but not a place. He knew only perpetual motion for the first few years of his life. In the next few he’d been in motion because he wanted to be, traveling ever towards some indeterminate point and making what trouble he could along the way. Wasn’t that they way of all young stallions finding their feet in the world? Maybe not.
”No home really, so I wouldn’t know.” Something like a half shrug. Her apology is appreciated even though he took no offense. He looks skyward, judging the position of the sun with a squint before returning his attention to the little mare. ”What are your plans now that you’re back home?” He is genuinely interested, not knowing himself what one does when they go back to a place they’ve left behind because he’s never done it himself. She must have family, old friends, old haunts that call to her.
Darrow
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