thinking of you...

...wherever you are

Grai trotted along the beach. It was still deep in the dry season and he wasn’t sure what he should do. Perhaps it was time to visit the neighbors? Time to find a place for the girls to venture out on their own? Go to the Crossing and try to bring more mares home? Lots of questions, but he didn’t really have a desire to do them. Grai was the kind of stallion who was easy to get along with.

He still wasn’t sure he hadn’t made a mistake. But the empty, quiet Ridge gave no answers. He knew he should work harder. He could work harder. Soda needed female company.

He shook his head, looking out towards the other islands once again. He couldn’t just run around, though. Soda was heavily pregnant now. She needed him here. And thankfully, Kel hadn’t reappeared. He hadn’t seen any other ghosts lately either. His chestnut coat had smoothed out as the last of the Tinuvel coat shed. He shook his head and continued his pacing.

When he’d reach the other end, he’d flip around and go the other way. At one point, he kicked up his heels and burned sand. Running didn’t do much to ease his mental turmoil. But it did give him something to do.

Grai

STALLION * SIX * MIXED * CHESTNUTee Aa Ff * 15.2 HH * THE RIDGE * SIRE OFSCARLETT BY SODA * BADR X VESTI