The white cerynei stallion was tired of not knowing what emotions felt like. He tried asking everyone in his den what they were and they couldn’t give him a clear enough answer. Hydro understood him the most, but even her explanation didn’t work well enough. He needed an outside source. Someone that had gone through things in their life that gave them experience on the matter. He didn’t know how he would randomly find someone that would have that kind of experience. It was going to be hard. All he wanted to know was how to feel. Maybe he could start with happiness or sadness? He didn’t know which he wanted to know about more, but he needed to know about one. How he would come about that was another story. Asking a lot of questions and getting into a lot of detail. He hoped someone out that was willing to teach him like he taught others.
With a soft snort, he walked into the meadow feeling a weight press against his shoulders. He knew he wasn’t like everyone else. He never was like everyone else and knew he wouldn’t be really. This in turn made him feel even worse about himself then before. He frowned emotionless and stopped by some flowers looking down at them. He knew he should feel a type of way about them, but it was blank. So he continued past them, leaving them flattened to the ground to show how much he cared about flowers.
