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Vibrant blue eyes watched the sea birds as they glided in on the rolling lower currents. They watched with trepidation as the avians fluttered their large wings on landed some yards off down the sandy strip. Just when the eyes settled on the pebbly terrain, their focus flickered up and toward the dunes that tumbled down to the surf and past them to the trees beyond. Almost anxious, the black mottled mare chanced a glance back over the water from which she'd come before turning back to the territory ahead of her.
It had been more than a few years since Dirge had last beheld the chimeric stallion who had sired her only child. She had always meant to bring Rutger here to meet his father. Yet somehow indecision and anxiety had sprouted one reason or another why they couldn't go to the Ridge, not just yet. Now the sabino mare could no sooner force Rutger here for a meeting than she could tame the four winds. A part of her had wanted to come back. Whether it was to apologize or catch a glimpse of him through the brush, Dirge still wasn't sure. Even now, standing soaked and dripping saltwater on the beach, Dirge deliberated turning back.
It wasn't that she was necessarily afraid of Tyr. No. The mare just couldn't seem to come up with a good enough reason to tell him why she'd never sought him out again. It had only been a brief fling between them those years ago, a brief, autumn-addled night together that had resulted in pregnancy. However brief, didn't he still deserve to know his son? She didn't know if Rutger had come to see the stallion she'd told him about or if she was anguishing over nothing. Still, a sense of unresolved guilt lingered in her heart.
A stray sea breeze toyed with the wet strands of her mane and tail, gently whistling along the mare's curves. Black ears strain forward once more. Dirge considered that she may very well be overthinking this. Surely this sort of thing was more the norm than an outlier. Perhaps, she mused, it was because she hadn't really wanted it to be this way. Had she imagined something different once upon a time? Certainly every filly might imagine her life going a particular way. The issue could be that Dirge hadn't really ever had a plan, and she wouldn't have meant to hurt Tyr in the process. With a sigh to herself, the black sabino edged forward and up into the dunes toward the heart of the Ridge.
