Falls

Bacardi is surprised by her sudden excitement, and as she goes on to explain, he finds himself wrapped up in the new energy she gives. It momentarily makes him forget his own sadness; interest and delight now taking place in what had been such a dark feeling. His ears tip further forward, and a smile finds its way to his dark lips. So, she would have been the girl next door, if he had ever gotten the chance to stay with his father. The idea of that caused a chuckle to escape his lips, a release to the otherwise negative feelings that had been pent up before. Bacardi had needed that more than he realized.


“I was actually born in the Forest.” he admitted, wondering what she might think of that. “But once I was old enough, my mother, Macabre, took me to the Peak. Which was her home.” Bacardi explained. He had been too young to remember anything about the Forest. Many times he had considered going there just to see what it was like, and perhaps to even meet his father, should Ruger still reside there.


“I’ve actually made a home on Tinuvel.” the painted stallion found himself explaining. It was strange, how conversation seemed to flow from his mouth without him even meaning to. Bacardi could only find reason in blaming Arkana, but it was not a bad thing. In fact, he actually thought he liked it. “I know it sounds crazy.” Bacardi couldn’t help but say sheepishly. “But it brings me comfort, like I’m still in the Peak.”

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

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