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whispers in the tall grass

A nameless something had been vexing the young stallion for the past few months. It felt like a hole in his gut or the hovering presence of a mosquito over his skin. The sable dunskin had lingered on the southernmost point of the Prairie's beaches for the better part of a day. He dared go no further into the Forest, the land to the south, at the risk of attracting any attention. What the sable dunskin wanted more than anything was to escape whatever it was that drove him on. So, early the next dawn, a gnawing frustration forced him into the water.

Other than playing with Vervain in the shallows, Lir hadn't truly swum since he and their mother first came to the Prairie and thus the island chain itself. It didn't take the young male long before he finally found his rhythm and paddled steadily toward the large island to the southwest. That would be the Crossing where he and Daire had first come to on their arrival. He'd tried not to remember much of it, due to the cold and the altercation upon their crossing into Zevulun's territory.

Sidestepping that particular track of thought, Lir thought about his last year and some seasons in the Prairie: how they had clung to the remote ends of the land, the other youngsters he'd managed to play with when they weren't alone, and now the present. His fourth birthday was fast approaching and still, Lir found himself living with his mother. Not that he didn't have a decent life in the quiet grasses and strands of beach, playing with and teaching Vervain different things about the animal life they found. Lir considered now that he'd be able to regale her with the story of this venture, his first venture out alone.

Sometime later, the pale boy gingerly found his way back to land. The itch remained below, though largely placated by the strenuous swim. He had first found himself in a land filled with the scents of mares, but Lir swiftly made his way down the beaches. Headed south, Lir stuck to the shallows so that his scent might go unnoticed by the locals. When the scents seemed to clear, the stallion followed the river west. This trail would be fairly easy for him to remember the way back. Without another thought, Lir strolled near the rush of water. Would he walk until the restlessness faded? Perhaps.


Lir





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