She and Andela had originally stayed under Nightwatch’s rule, but had left quite quickly, realizing that raising a foal under the brute’s rule would not be the best thing to do. Especially since the smokey black’s flowers still hadn’t bloomed. They had strayed into foreign lands, even though Aileen knew that she wasn’t doing her duties, in an odd sense, it felt that Andela came first. It had been soon after that the dryad had discovered her daughter’s draw to the deserts, and she had been at the energy a foal should have been at and her tail had bloomed miraculously under the scorching rays of the bright flame of the sun. Of course, after the happiness for her daughter had gone through her, the forest nymph realized that this meant that her dear Andela’s destiny was to be separated from her own. This saddened her deeply, she held affection for her daughter, despite her mannerisms that were far removed from her own. By mannerisms, she meant the hiding behind her own form, refusing to talk to anyone besides Aileen and Calandra, perhaps Rhaego too, if he ever returned.

The petite form of the Spanish Mustang and her yearling foal in tow had begun the long journey back to Mist Meadows, despite Andela’s complaints. Aileen knew that she had to return to her duties after a year of being away, and she had to find a home for Andela where the exotic climate would suit her desert-blooming flowers. However, along the way, she had caught a scent, very familiar, that brought joy to her heart, though she would never tell it to a single soul. Rhaego had returned. Quickly as she could muster in the autumnal months that made her so sleepy and weak, she pulled her muscular yearling towards her sire’s land. Andela had only met her sire once, when she was very young, and only vaguely remembered his scent, but she wagged her fuzzy tail in response and followed her mother’s suit, because she was afraid to run towards the pull of a nearby desert land alone, without her family.

Once the pair had arrived at the borders, they were both exhausted, but it was the king’s bellow across the land that reminded them of their goal. Aileen collected herself, reminding herself of her loyalty to him, her promise to him to follow him, in return able to live in his lands and protect the forest. She then used her remaining strength to gallop towards the sound, Andela struggling to keep up and shaking behind her. Aileen felt upset; she hadn’t even told her daughter that she would have to leave them. It was obvious that just being here hurt her. When they arrived before the mealy dun king, and it appeared that another mare had gotten there before them, she bowed and spoke to Rhaego. So it appeared he had already gotten some more mares. She didn’t look at the creamy golden mare with pure golden mane, tail, wings, and horn, all she had wanted to do was see the king, and it was easy to see that he was hurt, and quickly, she couldn’t help teasing him, ”Methinks the king should be more careful in his next battle. It wouldn’t be good if he doesn’t prove his superiority to others.” she adopted a coy grin, but deep down, she was a little worried about him, though not much, since she trusted that he could handle himself.

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