He sees her crossing the stream and stepping out into the sun. He knows he has seen her before, long ago, but they had never met. Even though he has never left the Prairie he hardly knew any of his family aside from his father. He just never felt the urge to go up to any of them over the years. None of them really tried to include him in their games as foals and they now had their own lives.

Mage had kept him close for awhile until he was plenty old enough to be on his own. The mare had spotted something she wanted and went after it. He couldn't blame her, but it was sad to be alone. He remembers the faces of the mare's that pittied him every day he had to beg for food. Pitiful as he was. Mage deserves to live her life. She was not a young mare and he only brought her down. He saw the way she always looked at him. Like someone had died.

He makes it over the stream himself, heading her direction. "Hello." He says in a subdued tone as he passes her by. His golden head was held at an angle lower than his shoulders as he slouched. His body sways back and forth as he continues to walk at his slow pace away from her.