The seasons came and seasons went, but one thing never seemed to change. That one thing stomped with heavy hooves as his wings clung to his sides. A thin layer of frost coated the ground, the grass long since passed its glory and laid in waves of brown and grey. There would be little food here, not that the stallion was hungry, his long mane and tail brushed against the ground as he went. Stopping a moment burning red eyes turned towards the bright blue and ever brightening sky over head. The day was upon the land and soon the frost would be driven from the land for another sun's passing.
"Wonder how Mother and Father are..." came from him, it seemed that he missed the high mountains of home... A home that had been taken from him because of his choices.
A snort escaped his muzzle as his wings stretched at his sides. Katilana, she had been the reason he was so far from the mountains, but now. Now it seemed that she was gone, without a word or thought. Perhaps it was a good things? Bad thing? The stallion didn't know, nor did he seem to care right now. He had to think of the future, a future where he tried to get back into his parent's good graces. Perhaps they would allow him back into the herd now? It was hard to say, but he was going to try... There was just one question, How?
Standing there, ankle deep in frost covered grass, tree laid before and around the clearing he had wandered into. Zephyros' mind wandered into though, not noticing that others might be around.
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