"You will eventually want something to do with me. But Ill let you continue to tell yourself that you don't need me." He smirks to himself, she was so desperately trying to put up this facade of strength, but he could see it was cracked. She was trying to keep herself from breaking into a million pieces.
He could feel relief flood over him, his herd was safe and he had brought Azariah home. Ears flicker a top his crown, with a snort, he finds himself looking over at the palomino. The stress of the day had taken its toll on her, sweat flicked across her body. With a snort, he trails quietly after her, insuring that she wouldn't try to jump back into the ocean and swim in search of her sister. He couldn't have that now, could he? As she lays herself into the sand, and rolls from side to side, not even letting her guard down for a second. Smart girl.
As the minutes tick by, he watches her quietly, her intoxicating scent wafts on the breeze. He could not help but let his mind wander, it was of course Fall. It took every bit of him to not close the distance between them and take what was his. But he did not move, just fidgeted in place. He heaves a big sigh pivoting towards the sparse grasse the grew along the ashen sands, their taste was salty yet enjoyable. He had to find something to keep himself preoccupied, if not he might do something that he would regret. He keeps a eye rolled in her direction, waiting for her to think over the events of the day. Perhaps she just needed her space to think about what had happened.
DögunWe'll ride in the gathering storm