He could say many things drove him away from everything he once held dear. Grief, guilt, fury - all of them correct in their own way, if one knew the tale. Yet, for the wayward pegasus, he could not discount the unfortunately timed opportunity the plague had given him despite the carnage it had left behind.
A new beginning. A fresh start. The chance to forge his own destiny without the stain of misfortunate already burned upon him, nor the whispers of others to hold him back. Was he distressed to flee his ancestral home? Absolutely, if not almost cripplingly so. Those lands had been his family's and safeguarded from greed for so many generations. Jaspar was not shy to admit he would not miss the luxuries he was forced to leave behind in his haste. After all, he had been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, so to speak. Yet, the winged stallion found himself not terribly wanting for said luxuries as the days spent fleeing his inevitable demise stretched into weeks.
If he was honest with himself, Jaspar rather enjoyed truly living on his own. He was fine playing the part of an exiled aristocrat and avoiding all the unpleasantries that came with the lordly title he had unluckily inherited. Jaspar took to making the forests along his travels his home for a time, though he never lingered. The longer he lingered within the woods and tinkered with his magic, the more chances he gave for someone to discover him. So it was best to be on one's way far away from anything familiar. Despite his urgency to put as much distance between himself and his survivor's guilt, Jaspar drew up short on an explanation as to how on earth he had managed to land himself here.
He had taken dozens of crisscrossing paths in the sky and was likely disoriented. That would have made the most sense if he was rationally thinking. Deep down, Jaspar was subconsciously aware that something had swayed him to land in whatever realm this was, yet he was quite content to rest before he fled again. The gentle garbling of the creek some distance away carried on the wind, calling to the pegasus like a siren. Surrounding him was a smattering of lush green trees with promises of shelter and shade. With a startled blink, the stallion realized that the creek bed he walked along seemed rather devoid of life, save for the few birds singing in the distance, which was rather...odd. Yet none of it explained how he had no recollection of landing and walking into the rather idyllic place in the first place. The pegasus paused in his travels, drawing his slate-colored wings closer to his sides. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he was not the only one lost in their thoughts.
