Fahim walked down into the valley. He glanced around. Fahim was a large horse. Much larger then most the others of his race. He lumbered forward. His head bobbing lightly as he walked her closed his eyes. Trying to remember why he was here and where he had been before. He rolled the stem of the flower in his mouth. he didn't know why... but it was important.
He rocked his head slightly. He could feel the headache dulling out... It had come in waves. He would make a memory and then a few days later... a headache will come and he will forget the memories he had made... he didn't know if he had family... a mate or children... but he wanted to find out...and remember... but... he doubted he would... ever since he was a foal he couldn't remember things. Sometimes his words left him too. Today seemed to be a good day. He could at least remember how to form his words.
