Sol Bestiam
“True enough, Although it isn’t always like this. Soon enough it will be spring.” Sol nodded, eyes traveling over the stallion beside him. He seemed kind enough, though something about his eyes hinted as something else. Shaking away the thoughts, he stretched his wings and tucked them again. He had spent so much time flying on the way here that it was strange to not be using them. "Spring can be a time of rebirth and renewal. Perhaps my finding Novus just before is a sign that I am in the right place... for now at least."
“I hear they accept everyone, They accepted me, even when I knew them not. No one here has to be a nobody if they don’t wish to be.” Yes... but do they accept those that have been banished from their homes for nearly murdering another. Sol hadnt spoken of his past in so long that it almost felt like the story of another horse. He would explain it to the sovereign of the Court if asked, but he didnt relish the idea. "You have no idea how much I hope that is true. Being alone is not the way I want to spend my life."
"Speaking."
Notes: sorry for delay <3
