The vision vanished as sunlight streamed through leaves awakening him that day. Since then the warrior was bothered, hearing their words replay and grasping the dull pain of leaving them back in his old lands. But they should be happy, under the safety of their parents. Sighing and flipping a strand of bicolor hair out of his eyes, Arrane slowly continued his leisurely walk, getting out of the Threshold and Foothills area. It wasn't that he minded being with a herd--of course not, he loved them with his life--but, it was nice to be free every so often and explore the wilds, keeping to himself, or even meeting new horses.
The day was gloomy, gray clouds overhead and an impending storm, but Arrane wouldn't mind much if he got a little bit wet. After all, it was just water. The grass whispered ominously as it swayed in the wind, a dark foreshadow of what would happen next.