Common

Even with everything going on Warsaw still made time to make another commons trip. He did dream of having a large herd full of mares, but he now wasn't sure he could. It wouldn't hurt to add one more to the collection of course!

The stallion swam, pumping his legs against the waves and driving himself closer to the commons. He thought if he could gain control of the entirety of Tinuvel that he might achieve that goal if a large herd. All the mares might not be his, but there would be many under him. He imagined his gift of his sister would allow him more favor in the eyes of the new Bay leader. Warsaw reaches the beach where he gains footing and begins his journey deeper on the common land. His eyes searched around for any lone females, but his head stayed plenty distracted.

He heard word of Cullen's return and he knew his cousin would be at his doorstep at any moment to collect a son. He only had one and he was determined to keep the boy from leaving his side. His training wasn't done and he needed his bloodline on Tinuvel to continue so he needed him to stay in the inlet. His only hope was to collect enough mares to chance having another colt to give away. He couldn't give away a son from Vita Nova, but any others...if only Nova hadn't run away with their child.

Nova!

Thought of the female boiled his blood. He could almost imagine her standing there looking for perfectly proportioned with her rich ebony coat. She had been his only long enough to birth a son before vanishing in the sea. He wondered if she had swam out one day with their young son and drown. She could have just run away after hearing their child's fate, but that would be unforgivable. Suddenly, the mirage in front of him moved. Warsaw gasps to find this figure might actually be the real thing. Legs guide him closer as his nostrils flare in frustration. The closer he got the more real she seemed.

"You!" He yells between bared teeth. The stallion circles until he stops at her front, body rotating to face her. He couldn't believe she was back or even had the mind to return here without their child. "Where is our son?" The question rolls off his tongue quickly. Brown mochas narrow as he traces that perfect star on her forehead.