Falls

It was in the quiet of the night he had thought of her. The sleek tawny color of her hide, and the soft brown of her gentle eyes. Bacardi could almost imagine the warmth of her flesh pressed against his, and the scent of her sweet perfume mixed with the warm smells of Atlantis. He had not thought to crave her presence like this now, after so long, and with another mare resting close by. Turning his head, Bacardi’s golden lupine eyes drift over Soraya’s own tan form. She is built in such a different style, but just as beautiful in a way that makes his heart leap in his chest. Still, the young stallion reaches over and lightly brushes his lips across her shoulder. “I will return.”he murmurs, his warm breath seen on the crisp night air of Tinuvel. Though he knows his words do not give much information, Bacardi did not know when he would return. Yet he wanted to chase away any doubt from his companion that he might leave for good, should he not return the next day.


During the swim to the Crossing, Bacardi’s mind began to race with so many thoughts. Would he find her there, waiting on him? What of the child they were supposed to have shared, yet he had never met? Would she even wish to see him again, or had he simply misunderstood somewhere along the line and she had thought he had abandoned her? By time he pulled himself from the murky salt water and onto the shore, Bacardi felt his heart thundering in his chest filled with anxiety. It twisted the beating organ in a tight vise like grip, unrelenting till the point he thought he could not breath.


“I need to find her again.” he tells himself, trying to shake away the smothering feeling that threatened to drown him when the sea had not. Bacardi begins his search in the Meadow first, hoping to spot her familiar shape in the waving grasses or even just a trace of her perfume. The young painted stallion finds nothing of her, and his search continues into the daylight hours as he travels across the Crossing. His hope begins to flicker and die as he makes his way to the Falls, the last place he had spent time with her, and still finds nothing.


Bacardi’s anxious energy had been traded for exhaustion, and his stomach rumbled with its desire for food and drink. With his head down, and his ears cast to the side in dejection, he makes his way towards the familiar sound of the falling water. He knows there he can find both before he returns home, hoping that his absence had not caused trouble. His thoughts had just drifted to the fuzzy pony mare and what she might think of his disappearance when suddenly another horse was in front of him. Just as she reacted, so did he. Bacardi let out a startled sound, and quickly took a few steps back, nearly stepping on his own tail in the scramble. As his eyes fastened on the young mare, she was nothing close to the face he had been searching for. But for a brief moment he was distracted from his sadness.


“It’s alright.” Bacardi said as he straightened his stance, shaking off his startlement. “I wasn’t paying attention either.” He had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to even notice her until they had been face to face, which was completely unlike him to be caught off guard so badly. Now that he really looked at her, he was surprised such a young mare was out alone. Though he supposed she had not been any better, since he had met her when they hadn’t even been two yet. “Are you okay?” he asked, hoping it was nothing terrible that had caused her to be here instead of safely at home with a herd.

three years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

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