Warning: mentions of dark thoughts


Tyr had sought solitude after that day. His mind trapped in the jungle where he had last seen Psych, and the aftermath of their battle. He was sure Oswin would be ashamed of him, and the loss of control he’d had. Even if he tried to explain his reasoning behind it. That he’d thought it’d been her that cried out that seen his gaze red. That for a brief moment, he had thought it was their son sprawled out on the ground, hoping not to be crushed under the painted stallion’s hooves.


So much for moving on. Tyr almost wished it was him that had met such a quick ending.


The scent of another intruded-on Tyr’s thoughts. Dragging him into the present, he straightened his stance and his nostrils widened and quivered while he drags in a deep lungful of air. In some ways it is familiar, and tickles at a distance memory much more pleasant than the one he’d just been thinking about. But without seeing the face of the visitor, Tyr can’t quite place who it is. Curiosity nagged at him now, and for a moment his other anguishing thoughts drift away.


Leaving behind his solitary confinement in the depths of the jungle, where he had been covered in shadow and the thick vegetation didn’t dare let light reach the ground, he made his way towards the mare (as he had come to realize by her sweet scent). Only as the fronds parted, and he was able to see the dark mare, did Tyr realize that he did know her. “Dirge” her name rumbled up from his chest, escaping his lips before he had meant for it to. “It is good to see you.” Was it? Or had she come for something sinister like his last visitor? No, Tyr mentally shook that thought away and focused on her again. “What brings you here?” he asked instead of allowing himself to make assumptions.