15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


The man of the land pulled himself from the crashing sea waters. Rivelets ran down his body and streams of the salty water as he raced into the heart of the Inlet, his heart pounding as hard as his hooves. Traveling off and on from his land and back was a comfort to him, he tried to find others, learn about the islands he had come to, meet horses from different places in order to get an understanding of who they were and where he had found himself. During this time, he had guessed Pirate would also have been taking advantage of her promised freedom and also exploring the chain of islands. He had no doubt and no fear about it. But her absence tickled at the feeling of loneliness he had come to know all too well.

It was the tickling feeling that had urged him to continually leave his home, returning now and then to the harsh land to assure himself it was still his. Each time, the tundra greeted him with the familiar geysers, the occasional rumble under the earth’s crust, and the warm springs that had little interest to him in the growing heat of the summer. Today the stallion pounded through on a round of the border. He had been gone for a time and paranoia spurred him to action. The more he circled his land, however, the more he felt like he had over reacted. No one had come to the Inlet and the man started to relax, move his actions to walking instead of racing.

As he moved through his home he sighed to himself. Summer was here, the waters of the sea were still calm and the weather still mild enough that moving was bearable and almost pleasant. Spring would come fast, and it would be short before winter gripped them once again in its grasp. Fear flickered in the stallion’s mind. The last year he had nearly gone crazy with no one around. This year a few would be here, and sanity would also keep him company. Slow in growth, the man still had high hopes for his home. Just as the spring had brought it to life, it was still the spring of the Inlet’s life cycle with him, and he was looking forward to a bountiful summer and a good life.

PAGAN