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Bacardi reflects her question about his herd, not wanting to spit out the first answer that came to mind. But even though he gave it some thought, his answer never changed. “They stay because they want too. Because we’re a family.” the painted stallion explains. Knowing it was the only reason that could have given Twinge the strength to follow him to the mainland, and to return with the same unyielding loyalty. Soraya had been with him even longer. While Grizel, although young, seemed just as devoted now that they had reunited upon his return. Although Bacardi did not want a giant herd, he did hope that he could share that same warmth of a home to others.


When the grey mare offered her name, Bacardi felt a flash of buried emotion threaten to crawl back to the forefront of his mind. The happy memories, along with the heartbreaking ones, wanted to consume him. But he couldn’t allow it; not now, and not later in the quiet of his own home. It had been long enough. Was he ever going to have the strength to completely let go?


“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard Ironclad’s name mentioned.” Bacardi replied. “I was young, living in the Bay and learning how to be a stallion, when he ruled the Inlet.” A bedraggled pup washed up on the Bay’s shore after his failed attempt at being a herd stallion in the Savanna. Bacardi had been lucky that Valka had taken pity on him; a complete stranger at the time. “With your sire’s love of Tinuvel, I’m even more surprised to see you here. Did you not inherit the same desire to live there?” he asked. Or, maybe, it was for the same reason he no longer lived there too. Finding memories he wished to forget upon every rock and crevice of the Bay.

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

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