A Time To Relax

They told him of the young lad's approach. So he was not at all surprised when Vynter appeared, brushing his nose against his ear in greeting. He turned his head to acknowledge him, but otherwise said nothing as his gaze slid from yearling to the lake once more. Words were not spoken. They were not needed. The amiable silence and comfort that was shared between the two was more than enough. At times one may feel the need to speak, to express a point or desire. But for the most part t hey could go about their entire time together without sharing a single word.

It was there way. It was enough. Two kindred spirits who much preferred the words of action that the spoken tongue. Though one girl had managed to coax more than a few from the lips of the older stallion. The follies of becoming older perhaps, he felt the need to lecture the young when they irritated him. Or that girl just had a way of rubbing him the wrong way. It mattered little. The past was the past. Learn from it and move on. Though not all memories could be brushed off or escaped so easily. This he knew.

He lay there next to Vynter. It had been sometime since he enjoyed being in the presence of another. His conversation with Rixen had happened long ago and the feisty mare Aurelia and her daughter had all but vanished. He didn't have friends. Just acquaintances he could stand being around. Though between Vynter and Rixen, he may very well come close to developing bonds of friendship. The storm clouds overhead rolled along as the storm shifted. It would not be long before the clouds opened once more and unleashed their torrent upon the world. Until then, he would enjoy the company of his little companion. The silence warm and pleasant. Far more so than it had been before the yearling had arrived.
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Watcher

Take me as I am, or don't.
Cause I don't give a dang, no.
That's who I am.

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