MAY IT BE AN EVENING STAR SHINES DOWN UPON YOU.
MAY IT BE WHEN DARKNESS FALLS YOUR HEART WILL BE TRUE.
YOU WALK A LONELY ROAD.
OH, HOW YOU ARE FROM HOME.
BELIEVE AND YOU WILL FIND YOUR WAY.
PROMISE LIVES WITHIN YOU NOW.
His main focus has been to teach Ajnur so the young stallion could become independent and make his own choices. His eldest was the leader now, but Roheryn did not yet feel the weight off his shoulders. Ajnur was still so young, not ready to lead, but he had insisted. He had given the boy no other option to keep their family home in their bloodline. The kid was doing fine so far, but nothing too dramatic has happened. Not since Roheryn officially announced Ajnur's take over. It came later than he had originally planned, but Nova's sudden death had shocked him.
It killed him inside to lose another mare so important to him. He had grown so close to Nova since the drama with Feray. She was so strong and kept his head high through his pain. He loved her through her struggles and she loved him through his. He truly did love her, but he beats himself up every day for never saying it. Aside from his children, and his cousin Primrose, only Feray heard his words of spoken love. He prays everyday that Nova just knew his love for her. After what Feray had done the words 'I love you' have become a sour taste he could no longer spit out.
Months have passed him by in a blur. Roheryn has not left home in some time, but today was different. He didn't know what forces drug him to the sea, but he swam blindly until his hooves reached land again. The stallion knew where he was instantly. His last journey to the commons had put him face to face with his own creator. Mikhail was not the father he expected him to be, but meeting him answered a few questions. Mother was probably better off without him. This was also the place he met Deademona. He has not seen heard from her since she left their daughter on the Badland's shore...
You could say the stallion was in a daze as his bright sky blue eyes lock onto her. The beautiful way her hair flows in the wind, that same wind that brings her scent to him. Images of Vána fill his mind as his hooves follow after her. "My beautiful marigold," He whispers until finally he was close enough to touch her. "I must be dead to see you back here." Yes, that must be it. He must have died in the ocean.
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