Paul walked slowly out the barn's door and stopped standing just at the beginning of that wide world of green pasture. A turn of the head to look back at the Centaur Boot. A soft whinnie to again test his voice as if human speach might still be possible.
Yet he found only the common uttering of a pony to be his only way of communication.
Now Paul walks out into the wide world looking for any of those around him to show guidence.