A long silence gathers around the trio while Lyden stands helplessly hanging on Jormungandr’s every word. Lyden she starts but pauses and after a moment or two more tells him that love is fickle and more often than not it causes trouble. His soft pale lips frown as his ears lay against his mane. Deep sapphire blue’s finally pull themselves from the ground and the dark color over her feet to finally look her in the eye.

I believe lust is fickle and often fleeting. Love may evolve into something more than where it starts” he pauses now flaring the soft insides of his nose lust has caused me more trouble and harm than good.” Lyden now looks away from her and back at the handsome colt beside her before he shifts and forces his eyes to rest back on her. ”if love is what I felt all that time ago, it was with you. Everyone else was just lust he cannot help but wonder how Auriela was doing. He wanted to love her, but never could bring himself out of his own world of drama he had foolishly created.

The pale brute rips his eyes away from her nearly bald face and those striking blues that he swore could see into his soul. The forest, his home felt so comforting as though it welcomed him back. Everything appeared to be the same except for most of its inhabitants. He remembers Jormungandr telling him that she grew up here, that this spectacular land held onto many secrets and memories. He could not and would not ever ask her to leave her home. There are other ways to be together even if the alternative didn’t suit well.”I should have stayed for you” finally Lyden says as his heartbeat starts to race ”however, the past is behind us and now I want to create a future, with you”