ooc: I’ve decided this was the day before Zevulun’s disappearance, since it was set around mid-spring and it was the last post I’d done with him before I went on away!


Zevulun smiled brightly at Luna. While he was excited to share the delightfully beautiful sight with everyone in the herd who’d like to see, getting to share something so lovely with Luna meant more than he could say. She had come so far from the thin, broken thing she had been when he had come across her. Luna deserved nothing less in this life than all the reasons to smile, because when she did, as she was now, she was so beautiful it nearly stole his breath away. Zevulun was caught smiling happily and somewhat dumbly in love (as he often was) at her just as Larka joined them.

The look in his blue eyes softened warmly on her. He was glad she wasn’t alone anymore either, be it his company or Luna’s or anyone else in the herd. There was not a day that passed that he was not grateful for Larka’s continued companionship. He loved each of his mares for varying reasons and the story did not change when it came to Larka. The understanding they shared, the grief that linked them, was like nothing he could compare with anyone else. The moments they had bonded over the years had been mostly what drew them close, but it was the initial, magnetic pull that was something unexplainable that kept pulling them in. There was something about Larka’s soul, her spirit, that spoke to his soul in a way Zevulun couldn’t explain.

“I’m glad too,” he admitted, smiling a little more deeply before he glanced back down the hillside toward the rest of the herd that had stayed there and were still waking up. “Come on, you slow-pokes!” He encouraged with a happy cry down the way, “get up here before I come down there and drive you up myself!” It was a laughable thought, Zevulun aggressively pushing anyone in any direction they didn’t want to go, but he teased anyways before he looked back at the pretty sight before them and drew in a large breath of the perfume-scented air.

“I love our home,” he sighed happily, ultimately content at last. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this many flowers in one place.” The Prairie was beautiful every spring, but the sight before them felt extra-special. Something good to come after all the drama that’d plagued the Prairie herd for the previous years. Claret was home, the threat from Salem seemingly gone, no one else had come to disturb them and new babies were being born, healthy and happy. Life truly could get no better than it was right now.

He felt content for the first time in a while.

“Come on, let’s not wait for them, they’ll catch up. Let’s walk through the flowers together,” he invited Luna and Larka, who were the two closest to him, and gestured with his pink nose for them to follow as he flicked his creamy tail behind him and began to walk forward. “I’d love to see what it looks like from the bottom of the hill.”