Amaranthe quietly came forward as the stallion considered her offer. She nosed her son briefly in her usual greeting of him, polite and friendly but still guarded. It was as if she still did not understand that he was her son and not just another page she had an unusual affection for. She met his gaze for a moment. Her tail swished in unspoken comprehension. The depth of his gratitude was lost on her, but she was beginning to understand more about the motivation behind the young man’s actions. With each day that passed with her on the island she grew more comfortable and secure in her position in the herd and at his side. As he continued to grow the direction he went interested her. Even more so, it interested her on how it would play a part in her own son’s growth. In the back of her mind, she started to feel comfortable again for the first time she had set her hooves on the chain of islands.

Though he had denied her help in seeking revenge against whoever had injured him this time, the sparks of vengeance still burned in the mare. Her own retribution suspended by time, she started to feel the need to do something. Her son was by her side, his body still too small and too weak to really lend the help he had been offering. But the fire still burned in her. She looked back to Nephiliam.

”If that is the case, then looking to the future. What do you want from me?” She snorted and shook her long black locks from her eyes. ”What can I do for the Bay?” Her voice was casual, nonchalant, but her meaning was fairly clear. The loyalty and allegiance she held in her was for the Bay. Ambition that fueled her through her life she direct into the land she stood on. Maybe if she did run into Fallo again she would have the power and the backing to rip him to shreds. In the mare’s mind the agreement she had made with Nephilim was void. She felt like she was home here. Three seasons were a thought of the past.

AMARANTHE

MARE :: FRIESIAN :: 15.3hh :: BLACK