Frustration, confusion, and hurt color Regret’s blue eyes as he walks atop a long dune crest leading away from the Hills border, and further inland where the oasis awaited him. His father’s scent had gone, as well as his mother’s, and all that he recognized to be Ra’s family. They had disappeared at the same time Shahin’s family had gone, but Regret’s exploration during the night had only affirmed what he had suspected. Just as they had cast him away since he was young, they had left him behind without a backward glance or worry. Regret could be nothing but sun-bleached bone; would they care?
The young stallion who was always filled with self-doubt and anxiety, only felt it stronger now. Knowing that he was a mistake since birth, his name a staple point to that knowledge. It chased away his appetite, even as he dipped down from the dune and to the grasses that surrounded the water source he typically hung around. Stopping, he dropped his head to brush his lips across it but couldn’t bring himself to take a bite. What was the point of anything?
Raising his head, giving it a harsh shake as he closed his eyes, Regret knew he needed to get ahold of himself. This self-loathing and questioning would get him nothing. Instead, he released a call for Shahin, wondering if she would be lingering nearby. At least she hadn’t left him, right? The young red filly was all that Regret had now, or ever had.
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