Falls

The world is small. When he was young, his mother had him believe the world was a vast and unending place full of wonder. Çevik knew better now.

He had traveled to many islands, searching and learning. The masked stallion who never easily gave up his identity. It was too dangerous anyway. He wanted to take no chances of being found out by his father. Fell would come to know his son in time. For now, Çevik stretches out to every corner he can find. Building his confidence in what he knows.

It is a simple hobby but it has brought him to understand that your parents tell you things to keep you safe and then you grow up.

He moves careful down the rocky path down towards the falls. He has been here numerous times before. Çevik enjoyed the sound, like thunder over the mountains, and he liked the way other horses would swim in the pools on hot summer days. Even he had taken to swimming here now and again, though he preferred the rough ocean.

Today he comes to stand by the waters, close to the falls themselves. They drown out the sound of laughter and birds and hooves. He likes the unknown. The surprise. The young stallion lowers his head towards the bank, he nips gently at the grass along the water's edge. Tender and flavorful.

If he stood here long enough, his mind would settle. His thoughts would submit to the sounds of the water rushing and nothing else would matter anymore.