He didn’t understand. Why? Because he was always so… confused. Confined? No. He was special. He.. yes, he was here. And he was able to live a happy life. A life with love and creation. But he wasn’t able to do anything about it at the moment. Morkin was confused; he had heard and seen whistle stallions, he had been able to talk to some occasionally. But, not for a long moment in time. He was usually working in the artisan’s guild, or with Aquilina. He didn’t spend much time elsewhere, he had no reason too. But today, she was off doing something that he didn’t question, and he was unable to work in the guild due to having slipped and hurt his ankle. He couldn’t hammer the metal with a leg that was unable to put much strength into it. He sighed, shaking out his mane of feathers and hair, and after a moment, he wandered quietly toward where he knew the whistle stallions kept up their nests.The stallion paused right outside the area, his eyes flickering around the ground. His head tilted to the side as he blinked rather curiously. What was this? How could they live like that? How could whistlers live in a life filled without love? He frowned for a moment as he thought about it. Morkin couldn’t live without his Mistress. No. He couldn’t live happily without being at her side. That thought alone made him quiver and let out a defied snort. No. Never in a million years. He shook his head at the concept and let out a grunt as he moved forward quietly. He paused right before entering the area, one of his legs lifted lightly from the ground to keep the weight off his ankle.
He didn’t know how they could live jumping from one nest to another. Didn’t know how they could handle being loyal to everyone and no one at once. Frowning slightly, the stallion shook his head, the pink feathers shifting against his neck. He limped forward slowly, scanning the area. He had heard rumor of some new Whistlers coming to age, and gaining ranks within the Flock. He was curious. He wanted to question one of them; to learn about their ways. Not that he would ever leave Aquilina.. He was just curious. His ears flicked back for a moment, before he asked a familiar that seemed to be cleaning their feathers where Kalyana was. He had seen that stallion around before, wandering with the Sisters.
When he was given directions, he moved toward the nest. Morkin blinked, looking around, before he peeked into the small home. He let out a soft chirp, and took a half step forward. ”Excuse me? Kalyana?” ]He called, voice gentle.
