What Else Is There

[Wisteria]

The morning was warm and welcoming, horses dotted the landscape in their generous numbers whilst birds soared overhead and sang. A northern breeze washed over the meadow's grass like water over sand, rustling through the wilderness. A mesmerizing sight, each green stalk quivered and swayed to some invisible melody; the call of nature. Amidst the earthen scene paced an unusual sight to Delepio – a stallion, standing and grazing with nothing but idle reason. Unusual, why? Stallions only ever came to claim, not to stand and enjoy the scenery (at least that was what was said) – there were plenty of other beautiful places to relax in. But this stallion was confused, deeply confused and in the belief that he was supposed to be here. A mare, awaiting a chance for a new life in a new herd.

This was his first day to come to the land, and he was as hopeful as ever. Ignoring some of the queer looks that might be sent in his direction, oblivious as to why. On occasion he stopped to talk quietly to some of the neighbouring horses, smiling and laughing with a voice fit for his mental state. Shrill and light, fluttery almost. The horses that accepted conversation only held it briefly, leaving him to stand alone or to one side as they were either claimed or went off for reasons only they knew... but could be guessed at. Wisteria, not yet disheartened, kept up his stance on the green, ears twitching about as they kept in tune to harmony. Maybe today will be the start of my new life.. He mused, taking a glance around to see if anyone was going to approach him. There's still time yet.