Skylar grazed alone, enjoying peacefulness of it all. The spring had transformed this territory making it nearly unrecognizable compared to the past season when it had been covered with snow. It had been good to her, causing her to regain some of the weight she had never recovered after birthing the twins and for the first time in many seasons her winter coat shed away leaving her slick with a healthy gleam. It had brought a content feeling with it, to feel the warmth upon her back and the soft cool breeze among the scents of vegetation. Skylar felt as if she could simply drift away and never worry about anything again.


The painted mare did not figure on having the full day to herself, knowing surely one of the girls would find her at some point. But it was not the young fillies that filled her nose with recognition; it was Lyden. Head jerking up, her golden eyes watch as he moves to stand beside her and offers an exchange of breath. Skylar cannot help but feel surprised after so long of feeling his avoidance. It was the only thing she could think of that explained why she had not seen him until now when her presence had been clear. Even others had noticed.


“You have been neglectful, Lyden.” Her voice is soft but her eyes are stern. After their meeting in the Commons she had expected the stallion to have more to do with their daughters as he so badly had wanted. Instead he had never come and only for the sake of the girls had Skylar brought them here. She was glad that some form of relationship, not wanting them to ever think it was because of her that they did not know the man who had sired them.


Despite her reprimand the painted roan did not pull away from him. With a heavy sigh she reaches out to brush her ebony lips against his cheek wondering how it was that he could twist her the way he did. For most they would have already given up and pulled away or would have shown a wrath unlike any other. Skylar was not one to be pushed when she really meant something but somehow the stallion had not faced her wrath even if he deserved it.


“We all make mistakes.”