A time for reflection, for remembering old friends and family. Quiet seeps into the ground, chilling it with greedy clutches. Stars glitter and wait, watching with bated breath as the stallion stood above a rock pile. The rotted wooden pike stared back with a blank expression, waiting for words that never came.

Tired, brown eyes wandered from the base of the stones to the top of the broken stake. Caspian sighed. His eyes closed in a solemn acceptance. Some things will never change, no matter how hard one wished for fate to rewind and rewrite itself. The old bronze ribbon toyed with the wind, catching the attention of the stallion it adorned.

Looking in the direction the wind tried to carry his trophy, he paused. The stars that looked down upon him seemed to pity his melancholy, glittering with hopeful promises of something better. Whether they were sincere or not remained to be seen.

Caspian sighed, lowering his head to nudge a stray stone that had rolled itself away, trying to escape to a place with happier connotations. Bidding a silent farewell, he turned to walk back toward society, his gaze crestfallen and wings tucked neatly along his sides.