There are some things you can only learn in a storm .

Though Faolain stood at a distance, Cerauno leaned into her touch. It was something that he hadn't had since he was weaned from his mother. He had already embarrassed himself enough. Between the fire he had fabricated in his mind, his solitude and lack of connections, and now tears, he figured that he couldn't get much lower than he already was. The mare's warmth was comforting in the cold rain, and he closed his eyes, waiting a few moments to regain his composure. When he pulled away, he was no longer crying. He had started to put everything together in his mind.
Thinking out loud, he turned towards the mare again. I'm assuming it was a nightmare of sorts. Something that felt quite real and caused me to react to things I saw that didn't really exist. He hummed pensively, and looked around. The dream was probably triggered by the rain or the sound of thunder and the new location. I let my guard down. He glanced at the mare again, wanting to hear what she thought of his theories. After all, she was awake for what had happened. It was rather odd. Now, in this state of mind, the thunder surrounding them didn't fill him with panic. His heart-rate remained steady, and for once he didn't fear the lightning dancing down around them.
He continued to look to the sky, confused. I wonder how I can prevent this from ever happening in the future...

He forgot to mention what had happened to him as a foal, but the black 'teke was smart enough that he wasn't concerned about her falling behind his train of thought. He tried to find a potential strength in what had happened, but became stumped. How could he use a power he had no control over that caused him to gallop around haphazardly at risk of throwing himself off a cliff?

How are your injuries?

The mare's voice pierced his thoughts and dragged him back to earth. Ah yes. He had taken quite a fall, even flipping over when the mare had thrown herself in front of him. The bleeding had mostly stopped, and the rain hadn't given the blood a chance to cake and dry on his legs. As of now, it clumped in his fur, not dry, but not running either. As he inhaled, he felt a dull pain in his right side. He didn't bother to look, since he knew he wouldn't see anything on the outside anyways. He had a deeper gash on his haunch where a branch still poked out from the surface of his skin. That's going to hurt, he mumbled under his breath. Adrenaline was slowly starting to fade from his blood, and he was certainly starting to feel the aches and pains from his fall. Overall, he felt fine.

I'm alright, he answered before looking the mare over. How are you? The mare had had some control over their fall, but he hadn't yet seen the extent of her injuries. Hopefully, they weren't too bad. He didn't know if he would be able to forgive himself for that. She was the leader of this place, and quite young at that.


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