Falls

His loss only wounds him for the loss of the toddling colt his best friend and not-blood brother had left behind after his and his mare’s murder. Echidna was apparently notorious for tolerating nothing, and then the fool mother of his best friend’s child then gave up her own life to the mate of that witch to boot. Typhon was not so notorious but Achilles had learned enough escaping with Atlas how he did.

His flank twitches from the pain and how the waves have aggravated it’s injured nature in his swim back to the Crossing. There had been implication that he might entreat Solomon again, if he only waited past the time where he’d be able to infringe on the benefits of a herd-stallions mares behind his back. It was a fair thing to demand, he supposes, outside of already pacing the shore looking out towards the Cove.

He is snapping his tail in frustration as he returns to the Falls where he once had spent much of his time. Before Shamwari gave him hope, before he had any mind at all to taking care of anyone not his own self.

He is just about ready to turn towards the meadow when he spots her. Black as night, eyes like robins eggs, she was a sight to behold, for certain. It was the sigh, though, that grabs his attention and brings him to take those few steps into view and out of the forest surrounding the falls. "Seems a shame to hear my own sigh coming out of someone elses mouth. Or maybe the sigh was out of boredom rather than disappointment?" Bad segue, but what was he to care. Most, he felt, that he saw belonged to others and he had nothing but young loins and heated blood to offer any mare. No home, no stability -- perhaps that was what ended up killing his friend. Wanting to possess those things and provide without owing fealty to another.

"Pardon my intrusion," he said as he tried not to limp in taking one step closer, "I am Achilles. Care for some company?"