Zoran was off to strike up a quest of his own. His father having protested it as the seasons were changing and the dangers themselves were also changing. Frowning Zoran insisted that it was something that he had to do. If his father persisted upon him taking up the throne when he eventually stepped down, he would need to know what was out there. With his wings tucked beneath a thick cloak and a couple packs over his shoulders, Zoran prince to the Silver Glade herd was off. Leaving the mountainous home that he had grown up within with just his father and siblings. This before the herd started pulling together and others came to join them. "I have to do this for myself and for the good of the kingdom." Zoran found himself muttering as he passed through the mists and into the darkened forest beyond.
Stopping a moment, eyes adjusting to the darkness before he started off once again. Passing through the looming trees and breaking through the valley beneath, here he stopped and looked back at the large mountain shrouded in mists. One would think it was just a mountain the refused to let go of its blanket. Like a foal with something precious to it. With a shake of his head, Zoran turned away and headed further, not stopping before he reached a river some distance from the mountains.
It was here he stopped to rest, the chill in the air made things crisp. Frost flecked the greenery around him as he dipped his head to get a drink. It seemed that about now that the sun was starting to rise against the far horizon. The clear skies spoke of a nice and sunny day, Zoran had to wonder if he would bump into anyone else while he searched for his own meaning. A meaning that was more then what his father had in mind.
