Meadow

DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

If Nahawi could rub his hooves over his face like a human, he would be in that moment. He was growing tired of this chaotic horse that was loosing all of his marbles. Nahawi should never have come to this beast when he first lashed out, but Nahawi could not help himself.f Psychedelic had left them all to fall apart with no one to pick up the pieces. Nahawi had caused some chaos of his own, but at least he was there if anyone wanted him. Currently, Nahawi was just roaming trying to make sure everything was working but soon he really did need to go home, make sure nothing else was falling apart around his home.


Flicking his ears forward, Nahawi listened to Psychedelic before a laugh seemed to just bubble from his lungs. This mad man, with everything had done, was trying to find his daughter. Nahawi knew if he had been in the filly or mares hooves, he would have ran far away and never came back. The red dun found himself just laughing before finally, he set a faint grin to that of his old boss. The old man was dying and in all reality, Nahawi knew this would be the last time he saw the old man and all that would be left were memories to him one the old coot vanished.


“You might be dying Psych, but your legacy isnt. Think about it for a second. Your daughter is not here on the crossing island, but she could be somewhere else?” Nahawi tilted his head then, eyeing the old man for a moment with his sky blue eyes. “Search for her where she would least likely be. If she ran from you, she would be in the last place you would think to look.” Flicking his tail, Nahawi shifted to take weight off of the pain in one of his hind legs from the abscess.