Meadow

His home had been a bright, bleak, wide open savannah and he had been the single colorful spot that had brought brightness to the greyness.

Living there had not been so terrible, but the people had been excruciatingly boring. They did as horses normally do- they grazed, they walked, and they ran. Most weren’t even concerned with him as he grew from a terribly beautiful baby into a strikingly beautiful man. It seemed men were uncommon in his home, and perhaps it had to do with the fact that they ran off anyone sharing his equipment as soon as they were old enough to pry themselves from their mother’s side.

Since then, nowhere had been home.

“Oh me? You can call me a wanderer too.” There had been a few tropical shores here and there that had beckoned to him, but after liberally sunbathing and soaking in the rays he had the ‘pleasure’ of finding out that the sun was a little too harsh for him and it had tainted his delicate skin under his hair.

Sunburns are not sexy.

“Oh I’m sure, but too hot for me. Wreaks havoc on my skin. Very unflattering.” Not that he necessarily minded the heat, it was just that he simply could not risk damaging his skin now that he was well into the throes of adulthood. Collagen didn’t just bounce back, you know? “I don’t know… I’d love to go to the tropics, or even somewhere a little prettier.” Humming and hawing, he tilts his head from one side to the other in thought.

“Mountains! I’ve never really seen mountains up close, just waaaay off yonder.” With a flourish of his pale face, he whips his dark mane about on his neck, gesturing towards the great mountainous peak that rests in the distance, but not so far that it seems entirely unattainable. After a moment or two of contemplation, he realizes he ought to be a bit more realistic. “You know, I don’t know. That looks like a lot of effort.”