There was a spark of lucidity or a moment of sudden clarity. Call it what you will and that was what a lone figure on a cliff experienced as consciousness returned slowly to Gaston. He sucked in a deep breath before raising himself weakly to all fours. The stallion noticed just how close he had come to stepping over a cliff and backpedaled in almost the same fashion as he had before earlier in the night. He huffed silently as he examined himself in the growing daylight. The rain had let up sometime when he was lying out cold. He shook his head slowly to remove the last vestiges of sleep from his befuddled mind. Where exactly was he? His head tilted upwards as he scented the air before slowly placing one foot in front of the other. His impressive bulk shifted easily as he started into an easy pace. Gaston eyed the flora around him before settling for a small breakfast of grass shoots. The plant's taste was foreign compared to the salty grasses of his homeland but they seemed fresher tasting. Did the rain help bring out the savory flavor? Gaston munched silently for a moment before sighing. The landscape was one of mountains and plains - different from the ocean view he'd been used to.
He would explore this land slowly. The experience with almost walking off a cliff had sharpened Gaston's mind. He would not make the same mistake again if he could help it. His meal finished the stallion walked away from the cliff and started down a path to take him down onto the plains. What sort of new experiences would he encounter in this strange land? The idea of seeking out instant companionship was a strong lure in Gaston's mind. Of course he'd have to adopt another smooth persona to begin the process anew. Was being humble a good approach? Gaston didn't do humble very easily. It was almost a chore to act against his true nature of a playboy. He snorted in amusement. The idea was resonating strongly in his mind. Why should he have to change his persona if he was in a new land? No one knew him from his old home and he could begin anew. By now his mental conversation was taking his attention away from his surroundings. He had traveled the path down onto the plains and he could make out figures in the distance.
Gaston shied away from making contact so early into his journey though. He needed a few days by himself to just observe those that would wander by. He would find himself a secluded hollow or thicket and casually begin to introduce himself to the masses. Perhaps he could gain some admirers and a loyal following. If only he could realize that his thoughts were taking him in the direction that had spawned problems for him back home. It seemed as if Gaston was unaware of his most fatal flaw in his personality. He didn't realize that not everyone held the same view that he was something to be worshiped. An Adonis he was not. His ego was bound to take a few hits in the next little while.
