To belong. What does it really mean. To be accepted by society? To feel accepted by society? I don’t really know. It… It’s such a vague word. Belong. Is this where i belong? For a moment i let myself imagine the possibility, that this, would be my home.

I have been awed by the societies of other’s after leaving my family in search of my son. My sweet son. These places lived in herds, one stallion would cover many mares. The idea of sharing a stallion with a bunch of other mares is unimaginable to me. I grew up with the idea of a bond between a mare and stallion, that they would only cover each other and none else.

I never felt like i belonged in my childhood home. It’s ideal and superficial values pained me greatly. Perhaps… just perhaps, i belonged somewhere different, with a different culture.

Listening to him speak. Every word he speaks pokes at long lost, long hidden memories. I cannot help but feel we are the same. Not in the very sense of the word, but, his past is dark and perhaps somewhat hidden. Like mine. I have not confided in a single soul since i left. I have been feeling like i am about to burst, with what emotions i do not know, but a lethal mix i am sure.

The darkness returns to his voice when he speaks of the lagoon stallions. He stands there, to me it seems he dwells on the past. A part inside of me awakens. I do not know what made me do it. I reach my muzzle down to him, letting it gently sit on his own nose. ”it’s, ok. I understand”. I pulled away rather quickly, and when he continued to speak i let my eyes meet his. ”sure..” I reply.

I do not want to feel any emotion for him. I should be thinking of how he stands in my way, whilst i should be searching for my son. A son who is probably dead. No. I will not think of that. But Dögun seems to want only the best. She had no clue. She was torn.