It had been a rough night for Rokhan, dreams of violent storms and death. He didn't know why but lately everything he dreamt of held blood. So much blood. It made falling asleep difficult and staying asleep impossible, never before had he had such terrible visions.Thus, being unable to sleep; the stallion stood on a rock large enough to hold him as his family slept in a forest glade nearby. He'd been awake for hours and was now being rewarded with a beautiful sunrise. Rokhan loved every minute of every day, but he could say for certain that dawn was his favourite.
It was for those reasons he has his eyes on the sky.
