[open] back to your roots; any

[Astrophel]

Once time had no meaning to him. It was a continuous cycle, never a beginning or ending. There was something magical about it—a timeless feeling. In those very moments, he had felt completeness. If he knew anything about heaven, he would have surely told you that is where it was. Heaven was among the stars, beyond the clouds and bright blue skies. It was being part of creation itself, being one with the stars. Yet, time does have a meaning. There is a beginning and end for all things—good and bad. He had learned that eventually after trying to make sense of this world once again. Beqanna was nothing as it was before for him. There were new faces and new lands. Everything was new. The old world he had known vanished away. His home, the Dale, was also gone too. However, his home has never been truly among this earthly world. It was among the stars and galaxies above him. He yearned for them. Even years later he still aches for them—to hear their calls. It was only an empty feeling that buried deep within his heart—a black hole sucking everything into the pit of his stomach. It was sickening almost. Yet, he moved on. He had to. There was not a part of him that could linger within the madness and the yearning for something he could not grasp and hold onto. So, he had made a home for himself somewhere between no man’s land and Tephra for a time. Then eventually the outskirts of Beqanna and the lands beyond had been his escape. He promised to himself that he would return to the stars, just as he had found his way among them before. Someday he would be there again. But that day still has not come. Astrophel muddles through his mind, thoughts scattered here and there, as he makes his way across the meadow aimlessly. There is no direction he follows particularly. Only the pull of something leads him forward, a small tug on his heart that calls him back home. The spread of whispers and rumors on his way back to Beqanna told him that Beqanna was healing from a plague that recently touched the land. Suddenly, a chill gust greets him. The cold winter winds send a chill down his spine, drawing him back to reality. His bright blue eyes search the frosted, brown land that stretches out before him. Taking in the scene that unfolds before him, remembering the familiar land from where the celestial beings had once taken him to be a part of them. Curiously, he peers at the heavens for a moment, but the afternoon does not show any signs of the stars he deeply yearns for. Astrophel quickly pushes those thoughts away. Hopeless. It was all hopeless. Turning his gaze to scan the rest of the meadow, his eyes land upon the snowy flower. His ears perk forward curiously at the mare leaning against the bare tree. The cremello stallion is drawn to the flowers that bloom from vines, running all the way down her spine and ending at her tail. Something tugs at his heart again, and he answers the guidance it gives him. The cremello boy moves towards the leafless tree where the mare stands. Each step is soft against the frosted grass. His gaze remains steadily on the snowy mare, ears still perked forward but swiveling slight to the left and right as he approaches closer to her. When he reaches a suitable distance, he stops. “Afternoon,” he says breaking what silence the mare might have had. “A bit chilly today,” he says a simple tilt of his head. “Perhaps not the best day to be out and about,” a boyish grin grows across his young adult face.

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@[Isilya]

Couldn't help myself <3