
It was something he had grown distressingly accustomed to. His hooves picked their way, and his mind sank into blissful silence, over roots and half-sunken marsh. His ears picked up at this sound or that, but nothing yet drew him.
Nothing in all of the Dreaming had called him, either. He had hatched, and found himself aching from foalhood for purpose. That, that was why he wandered. Now, grown, he ached to stop just... roaming aimlessly. "Motherfather, please, let this be the day."
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