Zion
Zion had come to the Crossing the night before; only the moonlight illuminating the way from Tinuvel to the Commons. He didn’t seek any company right away, enjoying peace and quiet away from the responsibility of herd life. But it tugged at him, stronger than he wanted to admit. Enough so that he did not sleep for the remainder of the night, and was still awake as the sun began to creep over the horizon for the new day.
In truth, the champagne stallion wasn’t sure why he had chosen to come to the Crossing. Perhaps in some ways he’d wanted to see what opportunities or life he might be able to drag back to his home. But he gave no effort, and was certain it was well past time to return home when the sun began to light the sky.
Along his way though, he noticed the bright red coat of another laying upon the ground. It was enough to give him pause, his green eyes studying the stranger as a frown began to tug at his face. Didn’t they know of the danger here? Of the rules (or lack of) that came with being in this territory? With a flick of his tail, Zion decided to change course, and walked over towards the stranger.
“You look quite comfortable.” He said in greeting, stopping a stride away. “I’m afraid it won’t last in a place like this.” Or with a stallion like him, who was willing to disturb it.
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