Rasta. He had to find her, maybe she would understand, Perhaps she'd help him like she always had done. The pale Mare with the lack of vision had always been there for him, She was much like a Sister to the Golden Stallion. His feelings towards her where just that as well, nothing but more than a sister figure. Apodis needed to talk to her, to let her know his issues and why he'd procured this limp, which was impossible to keep from her, no matter how hard the Stag tried to do so.

He'd finally caught wind of her scent, It was something he could pick up easily. Turning to his right, the golden framed plodded on in hopes to catch up with her before losing the scent all together. What was he going to say to her though? If he just outright came with his issues it might just knock her of balance somewhat. What could he do to just lessen the blow? Not tell her? Or just slowly add it in their somewhere. No, he couldn't dump all this upon her, it wasn't fair. He just needed to see her face again.

Pushing on through the dark, across the sand covered plains. Slightly stocky legs carried him forward at a steady pace, the limp but a bare minimum at this time. It came and went through the days. The stag even left floor bound when it was at it worse, which in turn made him cranky and agitated. Perhaps it was time to get it fixed. First, he wanted to meet up with his 'Sister'.

Golden orbs flicker over the landscape, searching for any kind of large movment out there. With each step closer to finding the pale Mare the atmosphere seemed to be growing slightly warmer. The stag's mind slowly easing as the warmth wrapped around his light frame. Shadows could be seen even in the darkness the land was encompassed with. when this would pass, the Stallion had no idea, but it wasn't much of an issue for him, he'd grown quite fond of the dark times. Unless it was in a Forest, Forests always had those lurking, even in daylight, not one could ever imagine the things that lurked. He'd seen one and that alone made a shiver run down his striped, spine.

Up ahead he saw a figure moving at a steady and carefull pace. Rasta. He could tell that with the way she moved. Trotting forward he caught up to her, not even bothering to approach her with care, She would have heard him coming, they had known each other long enough now to understand the sound of each others steps. "Rasta" His voice came gentle and careing as the Stag moved up her right side, Reaching out with his dark dipped nose, brushing it gently across her neck, gentle nudging her. "I'm kind of glad your bird is gone" He chuckled softly to her, Just trying to pick himself up a little, out of the rain and clouds.

"Talk Talk Talk."

He glanced down to her with a soften expression as she had looked up to him. Making him feel more like the bigger brother. He cared for her in such a way. dark shadows eyelids closed over golden orbs, he knew she'd figure it out someway or another. Perhaps it was time to tell her of his travels. with a sigh he gently rested his head upon the very top part of her neck, almost between her pale ears. "I know, I just.. well.. I have been avoiding you" he admitted sheepishly, knowing that she would scold him perhaps. Though maybe she would understand, Rasta was a very understanding Fae, which made him adore her all that much more. "I Feel my life is coming to its end and it bother's me" the stallion pulled back, now opening his eyes to look at her. "As you already know, I am not the once indestructible Stallion I have been, Life is getting to me and I want to settle down, have a family perhaps. Though I fear it could be impossible. And I've missed you Dear Rasta, Sister" his eyes went soft as a gentle, caring smile spread over his lips once more.

He pressed his nose into the joint of her neck and cheek. "I dont want to leave your side, It's been too long since we have seen each other. But if I am to start something, I may have to go walkabouts for sometime. Will you allow me to?" he asked permission, even if he had freedom, he still felt the urge to ask her. Like she was still his leader even in foreign lands. She had always been the one to aid him, guide him into the right choices, even so when he'd left her. He was still loyal to her, always had been.

Eye's closed as he rested against her. Memories soon flooded his mind and the golden stallion chuckled softly. Remembering the fun times they have had together, the races they would have and then always ending up in trouble. Especially the time she had fallen into that river, They had just been having a little fun, no harm in that right? well there was then as the wolves tracked them, but the two equines had been so caught up in play they had not even accounted for them, neither of them using their senses, both letting down their shields simultaneously.

A cheeky expression covered the golden buckskins facial features. "Rasta, let's have a little fun again, you know like the old days?" he chuckled, nudging at her with his side, bumping against her with his rounded, with muscle, rump and shoulder. "Tag" he called as he scuttled of behind a rock, planning on jumping out at her, feeling like his old self again.

"Talk Talk Talk." @[Rasta]