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[Astrophel]

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t the sound of the flower mare’s tone changing when he revealed that he also had called the Dale home. Astrophel did not think how such information would affect someone else that once lived in the old world of Beqanna. It seemed after all this time he had forgotten what it felt like to find someone who knew the life you once had. The memories that were only told in stories and simply drifting away from reality. Was there truly only a few of them left? He wonders where all of them have gone. The friends and family he once knew. The generations after him that came when the familiar lands of Beqanna he knew were still around. Beqanna presently did not feel the same ever since h came back. A piece of him had been missing. Searching for someone or something to help him fill that void he had been missing. He wanted something familiar, but with every turn there was something new. It was only the meadow he found to be the same. “It really was,” he says gently as he watches tears beginning to swell in her hazel eyes. Astrophel takes a step or two forward unconsciously, reaching out his lightly pink muzzle to touch Isilya’s shoulder softly for a moment. He wasn’t sure what the flower mare was feeling. Happiness? Sadness? Overwhelmed with every possible emotion? The cremello had felt them all since he first came back to Beqanna. Realizing he had stepped forward and touched her shoulder, he quickly pulls back. A soft redness fills his cheeks instantly. Astrophel holds his breath for a moment as he feels lightly embarrassed for stepping into her personal space. He blinks for a moment or two as the silence between them feels long, but Isilya speaks again. A sweet smile grows on her soft lovely face. The tears in her eyes stop and for that he lets out a soft exhale of air. “I don’t mind at all,” a boyish grin appears instantly, hiding the redness that faintly appears on his cremello cheeks. “My father’s name was Lion.” He calls the memories he shared with his palomino-winged father vividly. Their time together had been short, part of him still kind of regrets not staying longer, but he knows he cannot hold such grudges on himself for the past. They are simply moments and choices he cannot change. All he can do is cherish what he had with his father. “I’m not sure how long he ruled the Dale for. It was quite a long time ago I think,” he comments. “I left the Dale and travelled the world for a time. I imagine he ruled the Dale for some time. He loved that place more than anything.” His father was the very reason why he loved the Dale so much still.

@[Isilya]