Cassiopeia's View goldlimb

He wandered freely in this new reality. There were no structure or rules, at least not any like the boundaries he had been accustomed to when he had been a child confined to the borders of Easthollow. He was surprised to discover how much he flourished with all the freedom he had gained over the last few months. He was strong from the travels and confident from his time spent on his own. He checked in with his cousin as often as he could, but was otherwise exploring the world, as well as himself. 

He had scaled the mountain with the ease of youth and privilege. It was easy to forget the things that troubled him in the darkness of night when he found places like this. And even more distracting was the woman that stopped near the stream just ahead. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he was struck with the need to know her. 

He trotted forward, stopping a short distance away as he released a soft chuff to test the waters. Maybe she didn't want his company.