consequence is no coincidence
The draft makes a thoughtful noise as the younger stallion speaks, a small smile curling her pale lips. It was surprising how often people would say the most casually profound things.
"Is a shrine still a shrine if there's no one left to worship?"
She asks the question idly because it's not one that really has a right or wrong answer - it just is. Kinda like the ruins.
"I suppose something similar to the lands here." she muses, head tilting in thought. "Lush in the summer, not quite so much in the winter. Harsher, maybe, as it served as the barrier between the storms rolling in from the sea rather than the other way around."
Not one for stillness, she starts forward again, tail snapping in the wind.
"What was your homeland like? Similar to this?" she asks, curios. She's lived a lot of places in her lifetime; flat open lands prone to the kinds of windstorms that felt as though they wanted to suck the very air out of your lungs, mountains ranges that reached so high the snow never truly melted from their peaks, tropical seashores where her largeness was equal parts boon and curse. It would be interesting to see if they had any common experiences in that regard.
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ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu
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