Overture Downs you'll get the hang of it.

Ezrah stood still on the landscape, gazing out across the downs like a watchful statue. The tall grass swayed against his legs, brushing his stomach lightly. For weeks, he had been searching without even a hint of success for his lost companions. For weeks, finding them had been his sole intention. But now, the Blackwater was forced to acknowledge that his hope had waned long ago. Perhaps it was time for a new set of intentions.

He breathed in a deep sigh and let it slip slowly from his lips. In his mind, he quietly debated the options--return home with nothing to show for his travels or get back to accomplishing the task they had set out to achieve. The idea of home was tempting. To reunite with the remainder of his family and regroup would ease the strain on his heart. Perhaps his missing companions would even be there and they could all head back out together. But something held Ezrah back. Something elusive that he couldn't quite place.

The sound of motion out in the field stirred his attention. He blinked pale gold eyes a few times and refocused, his gaze landing immediately on a tall stallion meandering across the downs. It's coat was a brown so deep it looked black, marred only by a splash of white across its rump. It paused for a moment and looked in his direction, and for that moment, there were two statues on the plains. Then, it turned and journeyed on, likely searching for its own place in this world.

Ezrah Blackwater knew then it was time for him to do the same. But, for the moment, he continued to stand there, soaking in the warmth of summer and breathing in the scent of sun-baked grass.