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Morning had come again. He had spent some time away from the herd, hoping to catch a glimpse of the flighty Nimue. Their last meeting hadn’t gone well, and he had taken some time to reflect on her answer. It was possible that she was simply a private person. Or perhaps she’d had children of her own, but something bad had happened. Or perhaps she was unable. There were many reasons why she would react with such anger after he asked if she had children. It was not meant to upset her – it was only meant to be friendly conversation. Boy, had he failed. But the steadfast boy refused to take it personally. He was calm and easy-going as ever as he returned home from a several-day-long stroll through the other territories. No need to get his tail in a knot. Now his dark blue eyes sought her out, wishing to speak with her again. Certainly she wouldn’t hold a grudge forever. Perhaps she would even explain why she was angry, though he wouldn’t bring it up. Not after her first blow-up. He was many things, but stupid was not one of them. And so, he returned home, happy to have the smells that were becoming familiar. He raised his head and called out softly, a beckoning call. He wished for company; anyone who might be needing a companion, but especially the flighty mare with the unique mannerisms. He waited and moved slowly, examining new plants and taking a drink at a small puddle. He watched several grasshoppers flutter away from him as he moved, a smile on his face at their antics. How silly to jump everywhere you want to go, instead of just walking! But perhaps that’s just the way the world went. Everyone had to have their own “thing” that made them special. His was his coat. It had always set him apart. It used to reflect the sky at any given moment. As he moved, it would change. But now…now it was frozen as it was seen on the night of his birth. He didn’t mind it, not truly, but it was a nuisance to not know his directions and where he was. He used to be able to look at his coat and know where he was. Now he had to rely on the actual sky, and hope it wasn’t cloudy. But perhaps this was something meant to make him a better navigator. There was a purpose for it, even if he didn’t know what the purpose was. One day, he decided, he would figure it out. But for now, Astarael was happy to relish in the early morning sunrays, watching the sun rise above the trees, the mountains, the grasses. It was beautiful, watching the sky change colors, and hearing the birds announce the new day. |
| Astarael to the stars who listened, and the dreams that are answered |
@Nimue - if you don't want to play, no worries. ;D
