Time seemed to rob everyone at some point, and Tyr knew eventually that it would rob him of her. Although he had never directly considered her age before, the large stallion always knew of it. Looming like a thundercloud on the horizon, but not close enough that he had to deal with. As she leaned into him, Tyr refrained from letting out a deep sigh. He didn’t want her to know how much it worried him. How lost he would be, without her guiding touch to keep him on track. It was only because of her that he was not lost in the darkness that everyone else had seen him shrouded in.


“You have experience that you did not have, five or ten years ago.” Tyr replied, but he understood her meaning. To keep her here with him longer, he would not chance her getting hurt that might take her away from him even quicker. But the stallion did not want to trap her either, making her soul die long before her body. “Perhaps we will leave the Jigsaws of this world to me.” Tyr suggested with a chuckle. Although a smaller horse could do damage, it wouldn’t be as significant as a draft hoof connecting with one of her slender legs.


Moving his head, Tyr let his lips brush along the gentle lines of her face again, before he reached up to give a single playful tug of her forelock. “I could always simply run over anyone that stands in your way.” he teased, purposefully tensing his muscles to flex them as if to show off. As if Oswin didn’t already know they were there.