I decided that it was as good a time as any to allow Akos to stretch his legs, from outside of the protection of the Falls. I had wandered along with him, through the meadow, towards the field. As we went, we past the playground and the look on his face as he watched the other foals play and bound about, pulled at my heartstrings. I relented, perhaps a little too much. And forbade him to wander from the den. I would be back to collect her after doing some kingdom duties. He nodded and with a happy bounce to his step, he was off exploring and hopefully, I use hopefully with as much heart as ever, that he would make some friends. So, minus the little tagalong, I found myself wandering the outskirts of the field, bright green eyes surveying for strangers, for outsiders new and old, and there, I spot one.
The sunshine above glimmered and was warm against my back. My strawberry pelt still fluffy with winter's grasp, matted in places. I had wintered well, I suppose. Nothing like the comfort of a kingdom to warm your bones when you went home. Home. It seemed like years ago it had felt a strange taste on my tongue, but now I was quite proud to call the Falls my home.
I watched the steed for a while, watched him as he wandered the field like a lost leaf blowing upon the wind. I thought for a while, perhaps he was deciding which path to choose. Be it to the Gates and the Deserts, the Falls or the Dale, or perhaps even the Chamber of the Valley. I decided once he had stopped, that I would greet him. My lips parted and allowed a quaint whinny to acknowledge him. 'Hello there. I'm Eld. Are you quite alright, you look a little lost?' red ribbons of mane fell over my emerald eyes as i gazed at him, my vast feathered feet sashaying over until I halted just shy of him. 'I suppose we are all a little lost at times..' my voice lilted, gentle and soft, a strange contrast against my massive vessel. 'Are you looking for a home, a place to rest, gather your thoughts perhaps?' I paused, feathered ears flickering to and fro, 'The Falls, they are quite tranquil, therapeutic. Always help clear my head.' I smiled at the stranger, a quaint little grin. After all, being new, everything so strange. It never took much to outstretch a hand, or hoof, in greeting.
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- i'm a wishful thinker with the best intentions -
acolyte of the falls |
