I don't really like myself without you
The month was beginning to reach it’s fourth week and he has yet to meet all of his foals. He could not find Skylla to apologize and he had not ventured to the Desert to see Cerosi. Both mares deserved a better foal daddy then he was proving to be. Skylla never should have happened in the first place. Cerosi, on the other hand, he was badly neglecting. His desert rose was one of the first mares he connected with in yet she would rather live on Salem than with him. That had to say something, right? Kvothe had ran away, the Lagoon was still bothersome on his home turf, and Brunhild had caused a stir. His first-born son was even met with danger right out of the womb. There were plenty of reasons why he could not leave the Inlet, but would any of them matter to her?
He made the time today to travel to Salem. The Tinuvel stallions splashes into the sea and drives his legs forward to guide him towards the hot island she lived on. The same question kept burning in his brain over and over again. Why had she never come to live with him? Cain had made it clear Cerosi could make her own choices so she could leave if she wanted to. She must really like the herd in the Desert or maybe his connection with her was only one sided. That couldn’t be true after the intimate moment they shared just months prior. On the other hand, they have talked so little. They connected when talking about their fathers and there were sparks, but now so much time was passing without being in each other’s company. He had other mares taking up his time and she had Cain.
A lump begins to form in his throat as he begins to reach the sandy beach of the Desert. Ironclad had not liked Cain at first because he talked so ill of his sire without ever meeting Warsaw. It was true his father was hard to get along with, but he was still his blood. Ironclad had the instant pull to protect his honor from a stallion bad mouthing him. Turns out the other stallion there happened to be his grandsire. Devil’s Retribution was quick to defend his grandson despite it being their first meeting. Ironclad could have been lying about his lineage, but his grandsire decided to trust him without a second thought. He admired the stallion greatly. Devil was also able to converse with Cain and leave things on good terms. Cain wasn’t so bad after that and Ironclad began to respect him after their battle.
It wouldn’t be hard for someone like Cerosi to fall for Cain’s charms and good manners. He would just have to do better! As the young stallion pulls himself onto the beach, he wastes no time in calling for her. He knew Cain might come as well just to check things out, but he really hoped for some alone time with his child and his child’s mother. They needed to rekindle what led to the birth of their child.