The typical question for his life: was there for the blind to go? The answer was anywhere, and everywhere. The possibilities were endless. He wandered, that was for sure. Far away from where he knew, into the depths of the wild. Although he wasn’t completely blind, he saw little of the world around him, and it took him more time to explore. He moved around slowing, trying not to catch his horns in anything. The world was lonely for him, and his brothers and mother were lost to him. He traveled and traveled, finding land that was fresh. It had always been in his heart to explore, since then he was younger, but he liked staying with his brothers. Well, most of them anyways. He adored Evers, the wanted leader of the Foothills. His unicorn brother was strong and true, having the heart of leadership and strength that far surpassed his own. Then there was Emerson and his son, Kipp. Emerson himself was kind and caring, and he loved his brothers. Kipp was like his father, but was immature, but that came with being a foal. He remembered one more brother of his that he liked as well, and that was Vincent. Although Vincent looked like his wretched twin brother Archibald, he was completely different. He was quiet, and just as afraid of Mandrake as he was. Some of the brothers seemed to share that trait, but I wasn’t something that he wanted to hold him back. He moved along with his thoughts, pushing them out to focus on what was in front of him. He looked around registering where he was. He came around the hills, and had placed himself back into the land known as the Foothills. Wait, no…it was different. He looked with his good eye, trying to see the Foothills in the distance. He saw green, but nothing distinguishable. He was some place else, close to his old home, but not close enough. He wandered if his family was still around, lurking in the hills, causing their chaos. He chuckled at this, knowing that his family was one of misfits, but every family had their own problems. He stumbled into what he thought was a little cave, but it was too bright for a cave. The left side, upon closer inspection, was rock, and it made it look like a cave to him, but he soon realized it was a secret area. It was hidden by brush, and for some reason he had walked through it. He now knew it wasn’t a smart decision, but his curiosity was getting the best of him, and he never thought straight when that happened. He looked around it, not calling out, but thinking to himself. Who would he find in this green hidden land?

(OCC: Finds a hidden wooded area, rock wall on the left side. The place is covered with vines and there are some decaying logs over one the right side that he can't see)

"Talk."

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