As submerged in his thoughts as he was, Tyr still manages to notice the sound of approaching hooves as they draw near. Turning his head, his blue-green eyes settled on Renvari. As if punished for thinking so sadly upon his lost sons, the golden stallion is now faced with his current one. Or perhaps, not a punishment, but a comfort. Tyr lowers his head, reaching out his muzzle to lightly bump the grullo youth’s growing shoulder in greeting, before pulling away to again look out to the sea and what rested beyond. He couldn’t believe how much he had grown since coming home from the Lagoon.


“The past is sometimes sad.” he replied. “But still good to reflect on, nonetheless.” With a hefty sigh, Tyr tips his head so he can glance to Renvari once more. He is darker than the majority of his children, but he can still see his blood in the colt, soon to be a stallion. Just as much as he can see Faolain. It made him wonder what sort of force Renvari would be, once he was grown. Tyr also knew this was his chance to raise a son the right way, without the burden of the Lagoon holding them back.


“What do you think of the future?” Tyr asked, tipping his ears in a curious manner. “What you might like for yourself?” the father added. “I think its about time to start your training.” Even if Renvari was not big enough to spar, he needed to start learning the ways of the world so he would be prepared for whatever life he wanted to live.