She had not found him. Abigail tried with difficulty to not allow any ill thoughts to creep into her mind, but she could not help but be worried. What was she to do without Braylen? The other islands seemed strange and daunting, and Abigail had only settled on Atlantis because it was just like the tropics of her birth home. Without him, would she swim off to other islands in hopes for a happy herd, or would she settle here with either of the two that now occupied the island?
She had crossed paths with the stallion who took Paradise, and he reminded her of three stallions in her past. Three she had tried not to think of, the catalyst for why she’d ran from home. Abigail was not certain she could stomach making a home with him, no matter how pretty and comforting Paradise was, for it reminded her of her past and made her sick. Since the moment she’d met him she’d begun having the nightmares again… the nightmares of the scraggly stallion with the milky-blue eye.
Abigail had not assimilated into Jabberwocky’s herd, either. He was a kind man, she thought, and fun as well, but her worries for Braylen and the past creeping up on her kept her from seeking out his protection and company.
Abigail stood alone on the opposite side of the border than the one which married up to Paradise, subconsciously worried the dun stallion would scent her and come for her. Quietly, she lingered, blue eyes troubled and heart sunken low… and then, a call. Her ears twitched, it took Abigail a moment for the recognition to register, but when it did her head shot up and her eyes went wide. “Braylen?!” She cried out in excitement and surprised, whinnying loudly, a sound which carried over the Ridge, and started moving as quickly as she could toward him.
As soon as she saw him, a smile of happiness and relief broke out across her mouth. “Braylen!” She cried out, not slowing until she was close enough to him that she could bump her nose to his and step forward to run her lips along his neck, pressing her body close to his. “I was so worried,” she said softly, “I didn’t know which island to look for you on and I was so afraid of getting lost…”
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