While the moons passed as we traveled, we occupied ourselves with telling made-up stories and dreaming of the future. We were wanderers until that point, but my companion had always tried to persuade me to join a herd--to have a real family where there were others I could count on. Often times with such a notion I would scoff at her, reminding her that I didn't need anyone else. We had each other and that was enough for me. Yet the feeling of missing something when I hadn't seen any of my kind for a while still hung over my shoulders, a bit of a nostalgic feeling creeping its way in. She was right, after all, about needing an actual place to call home, but that time would come soon enough I figured.
The new day welcomed us into the arms of the fields, the grasses swaying with a vigor we hadn't seen since Frostfall started. Adella flew circles above me, playing games with the wind while I walked on into the heart of the area. A boy landing and kicking made a smile spread across my lips, and I stood still to silently watch him. Another approached then, carrying with him the smells of some place exotic. I hung back to watch the exchange, Adella flapping down to sit on my back to look on as I did. A voice rolled across the expanse; a race? I perked up excitedly, my ears straining forward. I was not built for racing myself, but watching was an entirely different story.
"Donec vestibulum condimentum facilisis."
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