i will rise after a thousand years
it was the longest walk of his life it seemed, with the weak injured stallion swaying alarmingly the whole way. he was relieved that he seemed to listen to reason however, not stubbornly falling over when he felt weak but leaning against roarke as he had suggested. curiosity at who the strange creature was and what had happened to him was thrumming through his mind but this journey, luckily, required all of his concentration. what was normally a five minute walk, at his usual chipper pace, seemed to take them well over an hour. he was all patience however, and kind. it was ingrained in his being, taught to him by both his parents, especially his mother. while he could be flirt and sometimes reckless, he had learned many great virtues from his parents. he was patient, humble, and fair. it was his kindness that made him worry desperately about the state of this weary traveler, that made him care as deeply as if they had been friends their whole lives, despite the fact that he knew nothing about the creature. he smiled, relieved to see some spunk left, as the weak stallion attempted a pitiful nicker at the sight of water. his smile was short lived as he gasped and rushed forward as the painted stud fell to his knees in the shallow water. he was worried that brute might drown even in this shallow stream, but instead roarke was relieved to see him heartily quench his thirst. he stepped upstream, allowing the stranger time and space, as he bent his own graceful neck down and took a few long satisfying draughts of the cool water. he walks the few steps back to his company, ready to help him back to his feet should he need it, and barely catches the crackling voice. he smiles back, glad to have any conversation. we are at the ridge… well the base of the ridge anyway. i came down when i saw you on the beach. and you are welcome. to my help, and my home, as long as you may need it. lipping flowers and set my teeth in the silver of the moon
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