Falls

It was the quintessential Spring day with the sun shining down in full force, the grass has quickly sprung back to life along with everything else in view surrounding the falls. Birds sung, flowers bloomed, it was the thing which individuals far more intelligent than himself would choose to write songs about. New life surrounded him in every sense of the word. The trees of his makeshift home and blossomed and he stood on the edge of their shade, the light through their vibrant leaves dappling his back as he stared at the path that his golden daughter had disappeared down not long ago. It disappeared but the tip of the mountains to which it led scraped through the clouds and was all the indication that anyone who was familiar with the islands would need about where that path would end. More than once he had considered following her up there, shadowing her like the worried parent he was, but she deserved better from him now more than ever. She had grown up on his tales of the Vulcans of the Peak and all the legends they had to offer of which there were many and when he had told her that their fabled home was so near she could barely contain her enthusiasm.

To be honest he knew that she could flourish there, and despite having spent the better part of her life trying to convince her she was better off without him the idea still stung slightly. There would be no better teachers for his strong and hot-headed daughter however he knew. It left him wondering what to do with himself as it had become increasingly apparent that he could not continue on as he was so used to for the last decade or so of his life. He could not return to what he once had, the comfort and ease, but perhaps there was still more he could do with what time he had left. His head turned towards the southern end of the island, thoughts of the bachelor herd he had come close to joining many years ago the last time he had strode this soil.

The reputation the place garnered however gave him pause, it was not entirely undeserved though he doubted everyone within the Lagoon was worthy of the despicable labels many spit their direction. He could not survive in a place where women were treated as nothing more than fodder for furthering men’s intentions. Always he had strove to protect, to help, it was at the core of his damn bleeding heart and time had made it apparent that wasn’t likely to change. Where then was a man to go, too old and torn to allow himself a home of his own and those to care for but unsure if he could find a place among the other homeless stallions. A rumbling sigh left him as he continued to mull over the possibilities that lay before him, choices which he did not doubt would shape him just as much as all the ones which had led him here. The question being how much change exactly did he have left in him?