Mesec was a mess as of late. It was not because of the usual boredom that often plagued him; it was far from it. Since his encounter with the Empress of the Basin along with a few other mares, the colt's mind had been busy processing so much. The way that Psyche had looked upon him, as well as the antlered mare, had inspired an epiphany of sorts.
The young colt knew well that he was different than the rest, and that not everybody in the Basin considered their species superior above the rest. Some could care less, like Clover, whom had looked somewhat excited at his approach before they had been interuppted by the rest. But the majority of unicorns looked upon him with indifference, some more harsh in their glares than others. Even his own family looked on with disgust at his feathered appendages, yet somehow, they were able to look past them and accept him for what he was. A son, a brother, a colt who had never asked for this.
While the rest still bothered him, he cared not for their opinions, and did his best to ignore their snide remarks. Did his family truly love him, though, truly appreciate him? If his father was so quick to judge others against their species, why had he courted mother in the first place? Of course, he knew not the reasonings behind his conception, and he would not ask of them. He'd had enough nightmares as of late.
As he cut through the Basin, weaving through the mighty pines that were strewn about, Mesec gave an affronted look to the sky as the sun chased the night away, although Mesec knew that it wouldn't last. The night would be back with vengeance, ready to overthrow the sun from his throne once more. The thought caused a chuckle to escape the colt's throat, but before he could think anymore on it, the sight of another stole his attention away.
Although he'd been scouring for a meal, the mundane task of eating became obsolete when his eyes found the young mare and her interesting... thing. It resembled that of a wolf, but it was not of flesh and blood. The whirring noise that emitted from it caused his ears to perk in curiosity, and unable to stop himself, he found himself moving into a trot after the pale girl, intent on learning just what was following at her heels.
"Excuse me," came his voice from behind her, his hooves crunching the snow as he followed along, "But... Who is your friend? He is most intriguing." The question was innocent, and although a part of him felt rude for asking so blatantly, he was unaware how else to gain the knowledge.
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