M A G N U S
HIS initial idea that Soljor would wish to greet him and show him around before meeting the herd quickly met a snag when it was a a bay mare that met him rather than the head of the bay himself. Magnus’ blue eyes quickly took in her demeanour, trying to work out whether she was just the closest when he called and was curious, or if she was Soljor’s lead and therefore compelled to be the welcoming party.

NOTING that the mare was a perfectly at ease with his presence, the spotted boy took up no defensive stances and instead flicked his ears forwards curiously. Soljor had mentioned a bay mare named Fly whose family had lived in the forest, perhaps this was her. If it was, she’d obviously already dropped the foal Soljor had mentioned she carried, though he didn’t see a foal hanging around.

THE bald faced boy stepped forwards to meet her, reaching out to exchange introductory breaths. ”Uh, hey” he answered brightly, ”I’m Magnus, Soljor’s new second”.

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE