In hushed tones everyone in his home speaks of war, their voices tinged with fear and concern. He can see it in the furrow of his father's brow ever time that it is brought up. He had stood idly by while his parents had spoke, and she had made it clear to him that she would be going to this "war".

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In the early morning hours, she whispered a goodbye, and then she was gone. His heart ached as he watched her enter the sea, only because this was the first time they had been apart and he didn't understand why she was leaving. She had mentioned there would be other's who would care for him, so with a snort he had set off in the direction of the herd.

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Silently the colt stands within the shadows of the jungle; his glacial eyes settle on the pair of horses that stand in a small clearing. Tigerlily, he has heard his father speak of and the other, his half sister; who lies sleeping at Tigerlily's hooves. His ears flick atop his crown, as the sound of hooves rustling in the grass signals the approach of another. He watches curiously as Ysabel, makes her way closer to the pair. Their words are hushed, but Ysabel's body language says it all. Someone is in trouble.

He is curious to know who is going to get yelled at today, so he casually steps through the jungle into the clearing. He dares to move closer, his crystal blue eyes filled with curiosity, and a hint of mischievousness. He notices Elerona has woken from her nap and now nurses on Tigerlily. He tilts his head and furrows his brow in confusion. Where is her mother?