Nature, Nurture

Spirit hadn't really left Abaven since coming back here, just months ago, though it felt like he'd just barely arrived. Most of his early memories had been of wandering with his mother, though not because they'd had much of a choice. He didn't want a life like that again - one of nervous uncertainty, of wondering where he'd spend each night. Though he was still adjusting to life here, at a remarkably slow pace, he preferred the safety and security that Abaven provided him. Now that he was beginning to become more accustomed to things, he thought that exploring the lands beyond Abaven's borders would be a good idea. Fearing life outside the comfort of his home was one of many things he knew he had to work to overcome.

It was a beautiful spring day, which was encouraging for the shy yearling. The lands, as he headed west, seemed even more luscious than he'd expected; with the warmth brought on by spring, flowers were blooming plentifully, and his senses were delightfully overrun. So much so that he hardly noticed the scent of a stranger as he neared the falls, at least not until it was too late to shy away from them without being noticed. Spirit nearly flinched when he saw a stranger enter his vision, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself. His mind had been wandering, drifting to the clouds that floated sparsely above his head, but suddenly he was jerked back to reality.. and after a few more steps closer, he found himself frozen entirely, probably looking as stunned as he felt.