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.

However, his lonely days did not linger. After travelling for several days the chilly winter weather dissapated into Spring, and Leon was grateful for the warmth it brought to his bones. It was odd for the weather to change so quickly, it made Leon wonder about this new land, but he wasn't questioning it. Warm was better than cold anyday. Deeper into the springtime land Leon met a curious animal. At first he thought she was just that, an animal. That was, until she spoke to him. She introduced herself as Vega and she looked like a weasel. Until she corrected him and told him she was in fact, a pine marten, not that it really mattered. She told Leon that she represented his soul, embodied it, more like. Most horses who were told that their soul was a fuzzy thing with a bushy tail might question that animals or their own sanity, but Leon just nodded and invited her to continue down the path.

And they had been together ever since.. which really hasn't been that long, a couple days maybe? They were both exploring the place, travelling across Avenion and meeting the forest and the beach and several meadows. Then they happened upon a place called Tarot, a small section of land that had a few trees and rocks. It was a plain looking place but it served a purpose. It was apparent by the number of mares and small number of stallions that this was where the homeless came to find their future homes. Leon had been toying with the idea of a herd, but only if it felt right. So he decides to frolick in this place and do a meet and greet with those present. Lucky for one black mare who gleamed a shade of lavender, for this was her moment!

Leon ambled across the distance, approaching the mare. He was an easy-going creature, simple yet refined in certain ways. Alongside him Vega moved, looking like a skipping rock as she darted across the dewey grass. A whicker sounds from the dappled stallion's lips, announcing his presence. He stops a fair distance, nodding his head in greeting and turning his ears forward. Vega stops at his feet, sitting back on slender haunches. She tilts her head upward, accentuating her yellow throat. Her beady black eyes blink as she observes the mare and her curious wide-eyed axian. Her nose twitched as she attempted to familiarize herself with their scents. She squeaks a bright, "Hello!" and beams at them. Leon, on the other hand, was not so forward. "I couldn't help but notice you were alone. I too haven't been in the company of another horse for too long, it seems, and I couldn't resist the temptation." He says, smiling almost sheepishly, "My name is Leon."