When it had first happened, Douma did not understand. He could not comprehend. What had gone wrong? Why had his songbird left? It had cut him to his very soul. He had thought… well, no matter what he had thought. It was obviously wrong. He was left shell-shocked and reeling.
With a burning need to find some answers and ease the pain in his heart.
His first instinct had been to seek out his father. Surely the stallion would understand and be able to help him… But the idea was quickly discarded. It had been long since he had last seen his sire, and he did not have even the faintest of ideas of where to begin to look for him. And while Lumriel was his mother, a kind good mare, he had never really had any real relationship with her, and no hard feelings - nor feelings of any sort - so she wasn’t really an option either.
The stallion found himself wandering. Staying in the place he had been comfortable and considered home, where he had been happily unaware and thought he would stay… it was too painful. Seeing new sights and meeting others had helped him heal, helped him to become a new stallion, and hopefully a better one. He had at least learned from previous mistakes.
And the once gaping soul wound was now a scar on his heart, tender to the thought and touch of memories of that time, but the sting was bearable. He had started to move on.
Evening seemed to be the best time for travel, or so Douma had found. He could meet those out and about if he wished to find company, or he could wander in peace and solitude if that was what he wished. And while solitude had been his preferred companion, he thought that perhaps this evening he might wish for something else. Some quiet company if any could be found, or not scared away by his rather different appearance.
With a burning need to find some answers and ease the pain in his heart.
His first instinct had been to seek out his father. Surely the stallion would understand and be able to help him… But the idea was quickly discarded. It had been long since he had last seen his sire, and he did not have even the faintest of ideas of where to begin to look for him. And while Lumriel was his mother, a kind good mare, he had never really had any real relationship with her, and no hard feelings - nor feelings of any sort - so she wasn’t really an option either.
The stallion found himself wandering. Staying in the place he had been comfortable and considered home, where he had been happily unaware and thought he would stay… it was too painful. Seeing new sights and meeting others had helped him heal, helped him to become a new stallion, and hopefully a better one. He had at least learned from previous mistakes.
And the once gaping soul wound was now a scar on his heart, tender to the thought and touch of memories of that time, but the sting was bearable. He had started to move on.
Evening seemed to be the best time for travel, or so Douma had found. He could meet those out and about if he wished to find company, or he could wander in peace and solitude if that was what he wished. And while solitude had been his preferred companion, he thought that perhaps this evening he might wish for something else. Some quiet company if any could be found, or not scared away by his rather different appearance.
