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// S'en Aller 
// Story: Quete 
// by Comrade Bagel Muffin 
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Escutcheon appeared in a golden on a newly made dirt trail in the middle of the forests. He took several deep breaths trying to rein in his emotions. He focused his magic on his bag, shifting through his things, he pulled out his combing stick, and started combing his mane. He started trotting to the west as he continued to comb his mane. Several bat ponies snickered at him combing his mane with a stick as they passed him with a wagon full of fish. He continued on the trail after a few minutes he could hear the sound of the river. He came our of the woods and trotted along the bank of the river which flowed westward.
"Hey Escutcheon you know that we have combs right?" A bat pony called from the other side of the river trying to get a laugh. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" One of the bat pony fishers stopped him from flying over to his side of the river. They started talking amongst themselves. He couldn't hear them, soon he couldn't see them anymore either. He continued his way along the banks of the river, he never stopped using his combing stick.
"Hey Escutcheon, are you okay?" He looked up from the ground to see Nightingale. She looked at him concern evident in her eyes and voice. Several other bat ponies looked up from their fishing nets and sorting tables.
"Yes, I'm fine." He put his stick back into his saddlebag. She looked at him.
"Are you sure?" She asked. "Because I wouldn't expect to see you out this far from the city. At least not going west. This is the furthest fishing hut."
"I'm traveling home."
"Isn't that the other way?" a bat pony at one of the sorting tables asked.
"I'm heading back to my home." Nightingale nodded in understanding, She lifted his head using one of her wings.
"Well, I hope that you'll come back and visit, I'm sure Dusk will feel the same." She leaned down and nuzzled him, like his grandmother use to do. "Thank you Escutcheon for help my ponies. May you have save travels full of stars and full moons." Escutcheon nodded, and trotted passed the last civilized camp from the bat ponies.
He walked along the banks of the river, the only sound was the water of the river gently flowing westward. His mind wandered over his life for the past half year. It wasn't enjoyable. He didn't like being alone, nor did he like it when it was quiet it let him think and gave his mind time to wonder. And the past six months had given him a lot to think about and a lot for his mind to wonder over. He kept walking alone. Waiting for night fall hoping his dreams would be better than his idle thoughts.