so it was time to face the music. Even though clytie had enjoyed their brief 'alone' time, she knew Styrke or herself would not be able to fully settle until they had spoken with her new jailor. She had been half tempted to send her dark lover on ahead so that she may avoid any conflicts between him and Rade but as the pair had been beginning their journey back they had come across the entire reason she had been snooping about the meadow; Jierda. Her boy had grown since she'd last seen him, growing more into his awkward body and soon becoming a very handsome thing. She was proud, even if when they had parted he'd cause her tears and more grief. With him here now, she felt a little stronger about going to face Rade, and her filly Jaws.

Every so often the dark mare would toss a narrowed glance to her right side where Styrke would be, and then look to the left at their son. She wondered how both would take to each other. Would their be a fight between the two once everything was done? She had noticed the way the chestnut paint had eyed his father, but then again, perhaps he'd been conflicted over the thought that his dam was free.

"So good to see you again my boy," she chimes happily as they near the shores of Atlantis. She was at least attempting to make some sort of conversation between them, but alas, the boy seemed to be as quiet as his father as she climbed up the sands of paradise. Moving ahead of them, she turned to both, meaning both father and son would be somewhat closer to another. Her eyes seemed to twinkle with coming tears at the sight. She had both her boy's together, and nothing mattered. For now she forgot the dark filly she had birthed many days ago, and the golden brute of the sands.

Jierda, oh how he had come to hate his name, turned to glare at the sight of the painted beast beside him, red ears slanting backwards. His golden eyes assessed the sight of a father who had abandoned them so long ago. Why had his mother forgiven the beast so easily? Turning away with a huff, he turned his gaze on his mum who seemed to be to excited to even utter words. Weren't they here for something? again he casts a look to Styrke, as if expecting the stallion to do something. It was unclear to him what the pair were really doing. Sighing he lowers his red face to sniff at the sandy ground.

mare | mutt | black _{Ee aa} | 15.2hh | meggieboo
zavulon x allana