The wind blew gently over the autumn land, the golden crisp leaves that had fallen to the ground crunched and wrinkled beneath his heavy footsteps. Change was in the air and as the cold began to set in fewer and fewer of the animals could be seen scurrying around the land in an effort to find food and shelter from the harsh winter to come. Yet Maion didn’t care- the seasons perfectly reflected his current mood, a barren icy dead land striped of emotions and life.
Maion felt so ashamed of himself, the look upon Moon's face (Sengdroma's nickname) had been devastating and haunted his thoughts and dreams. If only she knew the truth about what he had done –maybe then she would look at the situation differently? Of course he couldn’t tell her until AFTER her training, he didn’t want to be a distraction that prevented her from completing her dream –all he wanted to do was help her. Since that day he had sworn not to fly, his wings felt heavy and tired upon his back as he adjusted them slightly they seemed to be begging for the sky once more –they felt it calling, the gentle enchanting breeze begging to lift him into the air but still he refused to hear it.
Heart and mind heavy he continued forward, across the now empty plains, that was usually teaming with new life as mares brought the spring foals into the world, towards the forest. What could he do?
