Galileo couldn't sleep tonight, and he wasn't sure why. He was wide awake, not knowing what to do, he decided that he would just go out for a midnight stroll. Taking a deep breath before stepping out of the building he shared with other squires, and was greeted with a gust of wind that smelt of the sea. He wasn't exactly sure if an ocean was really near here and nor did he really care. He started to trot around the block with no real sense as to where he was going. The trotting soon turned to cantering and then galloping.
The young colt didn't know how long or how far he ran, all he could keep track of was that he was still in the city and was feeling great. Though he former statement could have been questionable. He sooner slowed down and went back to just trotting, and ended up at the center of camp, panting and out of breath.