Fly could tell that Soljor was reluctant but the painted stallion did not deny her. She couldn’t help but smile at him, the grin spreading across her lips before she could help it. Reaching out to lovingly nuzzle his neck, the bay mare closed her eyes happily for a moment before opening them again. “I’m not sure if they are there or not. Lyden was once second under my father and if he has left perhaps Lyden will know where he has gone.” She said before she realized her words might sound in a bad way.




“I don’t have any intentions of following my parents, Soljor. But if they are there it would be nice to visit with them again and see if my mother is still doing well.” Fly said, hoping to make her intentions more clear than her first words. A soft sigh then escapes her as she relaxes next to him once more, a content expression crossing her face. “Thank you for taking me.” She says quietly before closing her eyes and moving to rest her head against him once more, to stand quietly and just enjoy his warmth and presence at her side.