Without the ease of companionship and warmth of conversation, the chill of his submersion - and of the storm - remains settled in his bones long after the tremors have ceased quaking his sandy hide. Though he can sense the gulf that is widening between them, Rade makes no effort to span it, shouldering the burden of their speechlessness with the same stoic strength that Atlas carried the earth's weight. As the endless moments pass in this manner, the tension fades and he even attains some measure of comfort; her quiet presence begins to remind him of Styrke, and the wordless communion that had existed between them. Though they had appeared as different as night and day, there had been no need for speech between the two stallions - understanding had filled the silence.

The rain abates, tattooing a more gentle beat on the roof of their shelter. Punctuating the soft sighing breaths that are pushed from his lungs, it is a rhythmic lullaby that softens the storm. Rade's skull bobs lower and lower as the music soothes him, his heavy lids sliding closed. For the time being, they were safe and sheltered, and he embraces the arms of sleep welcomely.

stallion // mongrel // 15.1hh // 4 // palomino roan // reba
debonaire x neassa