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FREY

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He had lived here once, in the Highlands, back when he was just a child. A foal still suckling from his mother, and now frey was a young adult living in the Neutral Kingdom under the reign of Gavin in Eacarrah. He did not quite remember much about Twilingate, where he had lived with then Versai Sister, who he now knew as Kynnetta. Kynnetta and her mate, Galaxy, also lived in Eacarrah, though frey did not have much interaction with them anymore. Mainly, he'd kept to himself, pondering over things - like why he'd never met his father, and why they'd had to leave the Highlands, and why they'd never gone back to the Highlands. No Versai had ever come looking for them, either, despite the fact that Kynnetta had - to his knowledge - been considered a traitor (punishable by death, allegedly). But the older her got, the more he wondered about such things. The more he grew curious, as was his nature, about the past - and of the future. Today, he'd found himself voyaging out toward the mountains that made up the Highlands of the Sisterhood, a place he had not been since he was a child, though once he got there he, admittedly, was not sure where to go.

He became lost in the mountain paths, though after several hours passed, becoming closer to noon than it was morning, frey found himself in the area of a red canyon. The air was chilled but not unbearably so and there was a bright blue sky above, though clouds did move across the sky slowly; however, they were white and fluffy with no promise of rain or even snow (one never knew, here in the Highlands). He smiled as the memory of freshly fallen snow came to him, leaping through the falling flakes and snowdrifts on legs still wobbly-kneed and gangly. He chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. He had good memories of his childhood. Fond memories. But would he be welcomed back here? Where was here, anyway? Rosemonde, perhaps? He remembered something about a canyon being home to the Sister called Eos - though if she was still a Versai member, he did not know. He didn't know much about the Sisterhood at all anymore.

His quiet laughter faded away and he prowled forward, looking around and enjoying the view. The canyon walls were tall, reaching up into the sky the further down the path he went, and everything was different hues of autumn. The leaves still clung with determination to the branches they grew upon, but it was only a matter of time before they all fell to the earth's crust and decayed. Everything turned to rot eventually. But for now, they were things of beauty, and frey always appreciated things of beauty. He wondered if he should call out to anyone, or if someone would eventually find him wandering about.


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2 years 8 months, autumn, late morning