He couldn't remember feeling so down a day in his life. Xanthos was crumbling from the inside out, drowning in a sea of sorrow and pain. It had hit him the moment he realized Romani truly didn't remember him anymore; didn't know his name, couldn't recall anything they had ever spoken about, or even meeting him before. He was a stranger to him now, and that hurt worse than any physical pain he'd endured before.

Returning home to the Edge that day hadn't helped, either. The residents were still unsure of him, none bothering to approach him except the inky black stallion who had been kind enough to try and cheer him up. A small, fleeting smile pulled at the grullo's lips at the thought of the Spectre, but it was quick to slip back to its neutral curl upon his face. Maybe, if he hadn't left Romani behind in the Meadow, he wouldn't have been feeling lower than dirt, but it was difficult to say. He needed time to think everything over, to try and find a way to make her remember. If all else failed... could they not simply rekindle what they had before?

Heaving a breath, the stallion made his way up a steep incline, one which would lead him to one of the most beautiful places he'd ever found within Helovia. It was a peaceful field, so high in the sky that one might think they could touch the clouds. It didn't take him long to reach the peak of the slope, and stretched out before him was the aptly named field. He might have simply come to a stop to take in the sight with a rare contentment, but a small gathering in the distance caught his attention first and foremost. Cocking an ear in curiosity, the grullo tenderly stepped forward to approach, taking in the appearance of each that were present.

There had been three others to show before him, two of which he recognized. One was Thor, a nurse of the World's Edge. He had yet to speak to the Pegasus personally, but gave him a respectful nod as he neared anyways. The other was a blue hued mare, bearing the thick scent of the Basin. As hard as he was able, he kept his gaze from the mare and stood a great distance from her, worry threatening to overtake him. There was another mare, younger than himself, with pale wings settled at her sides.

And then, last but not least, was a towering bay giant equipped not only with a pair of curled horns, but wings as well. Hybrids were a rare thing within Helovia, and it was with a start that he realized... Was this one of the four Gods? He had beared witness to both the Sun and Time God, and from those two, he had felt a great power radiating from them. Xanthos could feel the same with the earthen colored stallion, and yet, it wasn't quite the same. This one seemed much calmer, as if happy to see mere mortals flocking to him, if he wasn't one himself. It seemed unlikely, however.

Finding himself unable to stop, Xanthos dropped his head in an arched bow to the bay, doing his best to rid himself of any sadness plauging his features. "And I am Xanthos, sir," he spoke up with the rest, save for the blue mare off to his side somewhere.



ooc - Bleh post is bleh. Xan has been denied twice. Your Return Was My Demise and Nocturne

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