Picking his way through the fields, the worst of the winter snows melted and giving way to the first kiss of spring, the stallion was feeling thoughtful as he made his usual rounds. Life had been good to the stallion, and he considered where his life had gone, and where it might yet head. As a youth, he'd never thought he'd be settled down with a mare, with three children now well into adulthood. As a young stallion, he had once thought he'd be on the road until his bones gave out, facing evil, saving the damned, and healing the wounded had been his destiny--or so he'd believed.
But fate had a funny way of working, and the stallion had parted ways with the Angeni of Redemption--and still waited for her return, even after all these years. Where she had gone off to, what personal business she had found herself on, he did not know--but he knew they would meet again. Patience was a quality he had in droves, and he knew that the spirits would meddle in his affairs when the time was right.
He had his mate, he had his children, he had trained Mikaru to become a great knight in his own right, and he was able to serve the Kawani as a healer. Life was good for the stallion and yet... There was still something missing. Did he yearn for the escpadaes of his youth, of doing something more to serve the spirits and the Kawani? Though he traveled often with Nita, seeking out those most in need of healing, he also knew that he was getting older. Mikaru no longer turned to him as he once did, and his children had already grown into fine individuals. Life was quiet, and while he knew to enjoy the peace while it lasted, Galahad couldn't help but feel as if he were called to do more.
So it was, the stallion trotted further from the hills and plains Nita and he had temporarily taken up residence. He'd heard rumor of a Kawani village not far, and while he'd primarily left it alone, a small part of him wondered about the camp. Two-leggers weren't beings he came in contact with often, and much preferred it that way. Still, it was better to be prepared, for Nita's sake if not his own. Besides, though they weren't of the same species, even a two-legger might find him or herself in need of healing or protection. Surely, a look wouldn't hurt.
So it was, the stallion carried forth on his journey, letting the spirits guide his hooves.
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