There was a slight chill in the air that morning, and the ground that was so often damp and sunk beneath his hooves remained firm with the promise of something close to frost. The dense foliage that Ernesto wound his way between sheltered the Lagoon from much of the bitter winds that plagued the rest of the Crossing at this time of year, but he could hear it whistling in the distance – begging at the door to be let inside.

Things were quiet in the Lagoon lately, many of their men and women had disappeared into the shadows, it seemed. Perhaps it was time to get into some trouble again. Ernesto needed to provide some entertainment for himself, and the idea sounded as good as any.

He made his down to the water’s edge, lowering his dark nose to the water to drink. As he raised his head to gaze out cross the Lagoon, beads of water dripping from his lips that glinted in the sunlight like liquid diamonds, he pondered his options.

ernesto
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