Having properly left his homelands behind, Leon did the only thing he could. He moved forward. It was difficult at first, spending cold nights on his own without another at his side. He missed his parents, craved the ease of conversation of his friends, but mostly he missed the kind words of his cousin. Lonan was more than a cousin, she had been his best friend. During their childhood there was hardly a day they didn't see each other. Each grew in the other's shadows, flourishing like complimentary creatures. Leon was having a problem believing what was happening. Lonan had found some stallion to swoon over and instantly she had changed. She no longer laughed like a filly but giggle and batted her eyes like some mare. Obviously their intertwined paths had reached a point where they unraveled and went their own ways. He just hoped that she was happy, regardless of her choices. He wished her the best.