If only he could recall the reasons behind his every decision. His mind was as distractible as a hummingbird, buzzing about from flower to flower only long enough to admire its colours for a short time. He was spontaneous; it added excitement to his life and prevented him from staying in one place too long. Like a child, it took more than scheduled duties and routines to entertain Murdock. He had lived his life on the edge of uncertainty, changing his mind as fast as the weather and chasing after adventure. However, here he had found himself content. Here he did not bear the heavy weight of responsibility upon his slender shoulders and he was presented with a never ending labyrinth of trees and misty fields to explore.
He would forever deny that he was ‘slowing down’. That perhaps his age was getting to him and he no longer possessed the energy he had once had. It was true that he was not entirely the same. He felt different, no longer so driven to wander about unattached as he once had. He felt he needed somewhere to come back to, somewhere to find comfort. A part of his soul that had once provided that consolation was missing and though he wished nothing more than to chase down that piece, he did not know where to begin the search.
He nodded silently as Thor spoke, allowing his gaze to wander about the snow dusted meadow once more. He felt comfortable here as he had not felt in years. Finally, it seemed, he had found a place where he could truly relax and feel at home. The Edge was wild and strong as the sea and it reminded him of his birthplace. The herd was united by passion and dedication to each other and their leaders, and he did not feel as though their fortified structure could be so easily swayed as the Foothills’ was.
The warmth that blossomed across his dark back from the sun was a welcome change from the cold that lingered in the shadows. Frost had an annoying tendency to crawl across his feathers in the night, but in the golden light of the sunrise, it melted away as did any anxiousness he had felt. He was content to stand here at the edge of the sea, listening to its cheerful tune accompanied by birdsong and the occasional words of his companion. He was glad to be able to speak again, to exchange more than just introductions and formalities with a stranger before moving on his way.
As Thor spoke again, Murdock’s thoughts wandered to their leaders. He had never met Kaj, but Kahlua had been the one to greet him at the shattered wall of glass that defined their borders. Their Queen was fair and kind and he suspected that their King was the same. Thor, as well, was most certainly deserving of the title he had once held, but why had he left? He spoke of his abandonment as a betrayal, an act not to be forgiven. Murdock did not know why he had left the Edge, but surely he had his reasons. He did not seem the type to leave his family on a selfish whim.
“Everyone deserves a second chance,” he smiled, turning to look up at the taller stallion. The Edge had accepted him back, had they not? That in itself was another chance. He had not failed them so badly as he seemed to think; there was hope for him yet. “Surely if you returned, part of you knows that. But,” he hesitated, wondering if it was his place to ask such questions, “what brought you back to the Edge?”
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