Zion
Though it had been in his nature to roam when he first claimed the Arch, Zion had not done so in quite some time. It had brought a stagnant feeling to his home. While others would probably call it peace, or contentment. It felt like a festering wound to the stallion. Making him restless and uncomfortable the longer it remained.
It was in the dead of night, when the moon hung heavy over his herd that he couldn’t stand it any longer. Rather than search for the companionship of one of the members to ease the feeling, Zion retreated into the chilly waters that lapped at Tinuvel’s rocky beach. But as he pulled himself onto the much warmer side of the Crossing, the swim had done nothing to ease that restless feeling.
Shaking off the majority of the water, Zion drifted into the dying vegetation. The colors would have been vibrant if he had come during the day. Instead, they all held the same silvery glow that the moon cast upon his own back. The same glow that outlined another figure as he neared the falls.
The draft mare didn’t seem to have noticed him yet. Giving Zion time to decide if he truly wanted to approach her or not. This had not been a trip to gather herd members; else he would have gone to the Commons. Still, he wondered if new company might help ease the tension he could feel knotting in himself. So, he gave a low rumbling nicker to see if she was in the mood for company or to be left alone.
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