Fatalé

It was finally time. With the passing of spring into summer, Fatalé knew she could return to the Lagoon at last. The arabian was grateful for the arrival of the warmth as she made her way from her camp in the Falls towards the Lagoon. She checked for Rogue’s presence ever so often. Perhaps there was some sort of blessing in the capture. She had been able to give Rogue some instruction that she’d rather not have the men of the Lagoon overhear. Much like Ravenna, she had informed her daughter of the rules of society. That smart women don’t ever get their hooves dirty - that’s work for men and for mares who are not as smart. Always get someone else to make your moves under your direction.

She arrived at the border of the Lagoon and easily trotted over the invisible line. She turned her head and nickered at her daughter.

“Come on, Rogue,” She said. “Don’t take all day.” She perked her ears and took a deep breath of air. It felt good to be home. She let out a long call. It was meant for Rade and perhaps Léon. She needed to speak with him, and wished to see how Léon was turning out. She suspected well. In any event, she would find her son in time if he were out being a colt.

mare : nine : arabian : wild bay : 14.2 hh : lagoon : mother of three