In the moments after Fly’s call, the responding call and Hollowshank’s question, the young golden stallion (or was that colt) was quick to close the distance between them. Fly gave the girl no answer to her question, but given the interaction that followed, it was because she had no answer to give. Instead, it was the stallion who finally answered he, not that he’d been close enough to hear her ask.

Nephilim

The name did not ring any bells in the back of Hollowshank’s mind and it was easy to conclude that he was someone well known in the bay. She gave the young male a half smile as Fly introduced her though he expression turned to confusion when the lead mare then addressed him in a rather rude manner; should she do the same?

She shifted uncomfortably.

With a sigh, Fly seemed to change her mind and offered to lead him somewhere…..Hollowshank wasn’t sure where but it was apparently somewhere he wouldn’t catch his death. She hadn’t realised that death was something that could be caught.

Turning to follow the path that Fly carved out, the girl fell in line just ahead of Nephilim. She cast him a curious look over her shoulder, ”Have you been to the bay before?” she wondered out loud, “Where did you come from?” where was there except the bay? She hoped his answer would not take long, for surely Fly would have more questions whenever they reached wherever she was taking them.