A rich, joyful floated through the air as the large stallion sang a jaunty tune about the sky and the waves. Taught to him by the mare that had raised him. His mood was light, despite the weight he felt on his shoulders. His responsibilities over a band of horses the goddess Hope had formed into a herd. He felt completely unprepared, unworthy of such an honor. But he was willing to devote himself to the role as leader alongside Rixen. He had left Halyven to clear his head and ponder the events that transpired. Despite his misgivings about his personal capabilities, he believed in his herd's ability to survive and grow. So long as they worked together, and they had more horses to fill their ranks.
The day was far less damp then normal, the rains being kind to the world by staying away. He walked on, still singing as the beauty of the day filled his heart. It was hard being brooding and melancholy on a pleasant day like today. His cloak swished as it brushed against the foliage around him, the leather creaking on his armor as his shoulders moved. His pleasant voice flowed past fangs and out velvet lips. Yes, today was a good day.
"Talk."
cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing
The Portal
