Happiness is Hard to Find When You've Lost So Much.

[Death Resurrected]

The old ebony stallion grazed over the green lands, his pelt fading to grey in some spots but still he felt young as ever. Even though his eyes were ripe with wisdom, he still felt the passion of youth. Having childeren and great grandchilderen however put a massive bump in the road he was still enjoying life. He had a mate, that he could occasionally see. Though he rarely saw his son and his kids that was the most depressing part.

He sighed softly as he let the spring sun warm, him and the the breeze cool him. It had been awhile since he had worked his old knees into these fields. Far from the teepee, to his own place of freedom and peace. He smiled gently, it would be a good year.  

[Moire Frost]

Journey felt old. Ever since Liebe and Phobos had been born, she'd felt tired and ragged constantly, and since Patty, her annoying little ghostly white ferret, had bonded himself to her, she'd felt like collapsing into a deep slumber for ages.

She wasn't an old mare by any means. But raising such a filly as Liebe, one with infinite energy and little in the way of a filter between her mind and her mouth, had taken more out of the little gray mare than she had thought. She no longer wished to fly in the clouds, to soar with the eagles and laugh at the poor, land-dwelling buggers below.

And then there was Kiefer. The stallion that had left her, that had bolted when he had found out that she was swollen with his two children. Then he came back, begging for forgiveness. Letting him back into her life had taken her youth and innocence out of her, the ever-present sparkle in her eye fading only when she was alone. But Liebe brought it back when Journey was in a good mood, the sparkle shining bright knowing that she had raised her well-rounded daughter all alone.

Patty curled up on Journey's back as they continued across the meadow at a leisurely pace, his claws careful not to attach themselves to her delicate wings.

"Nighty night," she whispered to him gently in her dreamy, floating voice, giving him the love and attention she would have given her son had he stayed around their little family group.  

[Death Resurrected]

Cyrus looked up, he could feel something. Sense someone. He huffed to himself softly, the winds surrounded him with smells and one in paticular that stood out. It wasn't the leafy greens or the salts from the sea afar. No. It was a soquili. His eyes narrowed in the distance, a mare walked with a sorrow in her step. He tilted his head in curiousity making his earrings jingle.

The stallion started up in stried so he could see the color of her eyes, but still far enough away to be at a distance. He whickered to her in greeting. He had noticed the pale white creature on her back and wondered what it was. He hadn't seen such a thing. It looked like an otter but it was clearly different...that just prodded his curiousity more.  

[Moire Frost]

Journey looked up from her somber promenade, perking her ears to the slightest sound from a distance. A dark stallion was trying to greet her, using a friendly whicker to draw her closer.

Patty's head popped up over her wings, his tiny little nose ever-moving as he tried to pinpoint the scent while keeping his sleepy, droopy eyes closed.

"No need," she whispered to the ferret. "Let's go." She put on her best friendly grin and trotted youthfully over to the stallion, stretching her wings out at her side and nearly unsettling her small cargo.

"Hello, there," she called out in her dreamy, floating voice. "Is anything the matter, or did you just want someone to talk to?" She smiled as widely as she possibly could; a true smile for a truly good mood.  

[Death Resurrected]

Cyrus smiled at the younger mare, "Nothing is wrong, just thought you might be up for a chat." he looked the the furred creature among her back. He looked at the wind with due respect, "Pardon me. My name is Cyrus." he introduced him in the most formal manner he knew how without going back to the dark ages.