Such a blast of Fresh Air Posted on December 4, 2023 at 00:59:44 AM by Polar
This wasn't the life he remembered. Everything was different. Perhaps that was his fault in more ways than one. What if Soulful and his mother were not apt to wandering? What if they had been home when everything went to hell? There were a lot of those 'what ifs' honestly. It couldn't be changed. What happened was in the past now and they were dealing with it on a daily basis now. They were staying strong. They were surviving really. Where they could. Always as they could. Still though; it plagued his thoughts. It plagued who he was inside. Ashamed. Polar felt ashamed even if it were not initially his fault. He could not go back in time and change things even if he wished he could. Polar knew they just had to keep going on. Being that support that father needed.
It was hard though. Time slipped him by day by day. Moments had come and gone. The pale varnish creature found himself buried in his thoughts as he moves to escape it for a little while. Out on his own for once. Wandering. Exploring. Was that what one might call it? Was Polar really exploring? Not really. No more than he was buried in his confused thoughts. Let them down. Isn't that what the younger stallion in his prime had done? Let his family down when they had needed him the most? What if he had tried harder to keep them home instead of wandering? What if he had not been there to protect them though? Polar knew that their wandering was better than him having remained and something happened to Soulful and his mother. No, it was better that he'd been following them to look after them. Father appreciated that. This Polar knew well enough. They were home now though even if everything was out of sorts.
It could all be fixed though. Couldn't it? His attention drifts as he has almost plodded right over a pretty thing. A chestnut lass who looked to be deep in thought herself. Polar cleared his throat and his expression was a bit sheepish. "Forgive me ma'am. I was not quite watching where I was going. I did not mean to invade your personal space." There is a warm smile on the stallion's lips as those deep brown eyes steadied on the pretty chestnut now. "I am Polar ma'am and perhaps I might learn the name of a pretty lass such as yourself?"
There is something that Polar had caught on the mare's movements. The look in her glossy eyes was amiss with a sorrow that he could not place. There is familiarity in it though. Polar would like to think that he knew how this mare might feel though; reasons were probably not similar in truth. He doesn't care about that though. Polar only cared that someone was sad and he hated seeing this. Not that he should take his own thoughts of advice on that or anything. He probably should. "I did not mean to disturb your slumber." He offers with another soft smile before he moves a little. The chill is rough and he wishes to shield the chestnut mare from any further cold that might sink deep into her bones.
There is a small note of a rounding barrel and he wonders where this lass is from and who's child she carries. She is not bedded close to a herd. Why? What was amiss that she must find solitude on her own in the cold of the night? What had her looking so lonely out here? What could he do to help? Polar was one of those 'Knight In Shining Armor' type. He wanted to help and protect. Seeing a mare by herself in the dead of night in winter just didn't sit well with him. Polar wanted to find out why but it wasn't the moment yet to ask completely. Replies: