Movement and a flash of color caught Braylen’s attention and he turns his head to look farther down the shore. Seeing Georgiana a smile can’t help but make a curl of his lips at how her independence has brought her out here alone just as she so easily made her way through the Forest. He had not talked to her in a while; something he felt bad about, but there was much on his mind. One of those things he actually needed to speak with her about.
Deciding this was most likely the best opportunity the young stallion lets out a call before he turns away from the sea and heads off in her direction. His thickening legs carry him at a steady trot across the shifting sand under he draws up just in front of her. “Georgiana” he said, a happy tone in her voice to show he was glad to see her. Extending his nose he offers to exchange breaths with her in a customary greeting. “What brings you out to the shore?” Braylen can’t help but ask, wondering why she was not still among the trees with the other mares. Many times he had watched her make her way alone to the water he had showed her upon arrival but that was not so daring as to face the sea.
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