Viđarr is elegant, a ghost who’s simply… adrift. Lost, really. Without a purpose, without someone to look after, it seemed that he had no purpose. A shadow of himself. Had it really been nearly a year since he’d come to this place? The very thought of it made him feel old. It was as if he’d aged, and continued to age in spite of himself. Something in his heart, in his chest… it ached. His bones and joints too, but it was less than the sadness and the melancholy that lived inside him.
Really, the creature viewed himself as the guardian of the Meadow, of the Falls. Anyone who was sad or needed help… he’d be there. Viđarr would arrive, he would do what he could to support them. There are far off thoughts of those he’s impacted in the last year. As winter settled over his home, the shadow of a stallion reflected on the year that he’d spent out on his own. Still, in all of this, he was sad.
With an elevated jog, the stallion took to the Falls. In one of the bare trees, he sees a blackbird– enough to draw his attention. As his gaze settled, he catches something else… someone else. Viđarr’s ears pitched forward, tail flickering at his haunches. “Ally,” the greeting was warm, the sight of a familiar face enough to bring him back to the moment. He closes the gap, but leaves her enough personal space… wouldn’t want to be threatening. “How are you fairing?” Winter was, after all, on its way. Carefully, he extended his muzzle in greeting, allowing her the space to close the gap if she wished. Always a gentleman.
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