He had done it again. Left home, without a trace. But the implied disappearance did not frighten any; his daughter, close friends, and everyone else knew his story well, and well did they keep it.
It had taken time to heal the unseen wounds left from a previous tale left unrequited, and it still had further to go before it would be completely whole again. The gap would always be there, always be present, and there were no bridges yet to cross that gap.
And so he wandered away again, but this time, he would not be back for quite a while longer than the other times. He had to spend more moments to find himself, and since it wasn't happening at home... He would take a break from it. He had no worries; his responsibilities towards his herd were shifted onto his daughter once more, which he knew the herd was accustomed to by now if not sooner. Although she didn't admit it, she was an excellent leader, loyal to all under her care, which was a complete opposite of her mother, surely. He snorted angrily and tossed his head, as if shaking away something out of it.
He began a quick, impulse-driven canter in the woods, and it was evening turning into dark night. His legs did well to blend with the night's dim colors, but the same couldn't be said for his upper body. his silver body accompanied by the white spots that twinkled on his coat gave away his position to everything within his vicinity. His distressed state, however, made sure nothing crossed his path during the trip, and the stallion soon found himself running into a clearing with a small lake centered around a circle of stones that varied in size. He took a moment to stay still, catching his breath, and looked up at the sky, the moon growing stronger with each minute that passed. Perhaps a rest here would do, the stallion thought, strolling idly towards the lake, his eyelids lowering with each step due to the heaviness of his situation, and to the simple fatigue that hit him from his earlier travels.
