The world seemed to pass him by, things grew, changed, died and were born again. But he, he didn't change. But for a bit of grey here and there in his coat perhaps, even his wings had dulled as of late. The limbs grew a bit heavy from in-use. The world was ready to leave him behind to wander unending across the plains.
This day was not unlike the rest, the snow was all but gone. He remained, just ever wandering, searching for something. He never knew what. Four wings flicked at his sides as the trappings over his back waved in the slight breeze that cast over him. It was these days the old elder had to stop and just let the wind wash over him like a wave of the sea. How long had it been since he landed from the dreamscape. Yesterday? A month ago? A year? It didn't matter to him now, he was here staring up at the sky that had played host to his star.
"Seems they were right," the white and black haired stallions said still staring upwards, preoccupied.
