02-27-2020, 06:36 PM
I wonder, as I wander..
The journey from the once ice covered lands to the more green covered open areas of The Meadow was a long one. Though, it also depended on how fast one wanted to travel through all the other lands and kingdoms. The seasons had started to change again the world always changing around those that called this continent home. The meadow had started to put on its fall colors. The grasses taking on multiple colors in shades of greens and yellows and that almost dead looking beige. The flowers of autumn cooler colors than those of spring and summer.
Ardashir had taken his time wandering to the meadow. The white stag seemingly to almost move with the seasons. The winter was his time of hiding and the last winter he had gone into hiding it had taken this long for him to come back to the world. Where had he gone? Why come back now? Should he have just stayed hidden somewhere far away? He had taken time in his isolation to at least get more familiar with the shifting powers the faeries of the world had given to him. He had grown quite fond of shifting his normally solid hooves into cloven ones of an elk. They seemed to allow for more feeling of the ground beneath him.
The stag reflected on his time as he walked and wondered what else had changed while he had been taken into himself. He remembered a plague and many horses going to the mountain seaking a cure for the world. He had gone and offered what he could to the powers of the land. His shoulder twitched some as he remembered the gash he had received for his journey. Ardashir lowered his pink muzzle to the ground gathering what nourishing grass he could into his maw. He lifted his head and chewed slowly thinking back more. Had this been the reason he drifted from them all? His tail swung a couple of times and muscles twitched under that white opal marked coat. Ardashir had been a council member of Icicle isle, but now it was..well not so ice covered.
He had stood with his brothers in defending the claim to the new land. He had even.. The stallion closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. He had taken his mare to the new isle at one point. Ardashir was unsure if he still had a family. Maybe that was another reason for his slipping. He did not want one? He snorted and stomped those cloven hooves to the ground. No, he had enjoyed being a father. The stag sighed again. But, then why? There were many questions and he was not sure he could ever really answer them and, maybe there was just no real answer.
Ardashir had taken his time wandering to the meadow. The white stag seemingly to almost move with the seasons. The winter was his time of hiding and the last winter he had gone into hiding it had taken this long for him to come back to the world. Where had he gone? Why come back now? Should he have just stayed hidden somewhere far away? He had taken time in his isolation to at least get more familiar with the shifting powers the faeries of the world had given to him. He had grown quite fond of shifting his normally solid hooves into cloven ones of an elk. They seemed to allow for more feeling of the ground beneath him.
The stag reflected on his time as he walked and wondered what else had changed while he had been taken into himself. He remembered a plague and many horses going to the mountain seaking a cure for the world. He had gone and offered what he could to the powers of the land. His shoulder twitched some as he remembered the gash he had received for his journey. Ardashir lowered his pink muzzle to the ground gathering what nourishing grass he could into his maw. He lifted his head and chewed slowly thinking back more. Had this been the reason he drifted from them all? His tail swung a couple of times and muscles twitched under that white opal marked coat. Ardashir had been a council member of Icicle isle, but now it was..well not so ice covered.
He had stood with his brothers in defending the claim to the new land. He had even.. The stallion closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. He had taken his mare to the new isle at one point. Ardashir was unsure if he still had a family. Maybe that was another reason for his slipping. He did not want one? He snorted and stomped those cloven hooves to the ground. No, he had enjoyed being a father. The stag sighed again. But, then why? There were many questions and he was not sure he could ever really answer them and, maybe there was just no real answer.
Ardashir
You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.