one hundred miles an hour...
What was the definition of insanity again? Oh yeah, pretty much what he was doing. How many times had it been now? Why did he keep finding himself back here, like anything was ever going to be different? He kept getting approached by different horses but nothing ever seemed to pan out. Would he ever find a home? A purpose? He was starting to get worried. He thought he'd come here to do something with his life. Losing Rhadra and Lizzy broke something inside of him and he wanted to heal, but he didn't know how. He wanted to move forward, but didn't know how to take the first step. Something told him he needed to be here but something had to change. He would find a new purpose right? It seemed like his only hope.
Heaving a sigh, the overo stallion grabbed a bite of grass and started meandering through the Crossing. He had no destination in mind, but his brown eyes kept scanning the rest of the figures, wondering if any of them would want to approach this time. What would his destiny hold? More potential friends with nothing to pan out? Hopefully something better this time. One could only hope.