Timid, nervous, shy, and fearful were all terms that had been readily applied to Zimri for the longest time. She had been flighty, her presence in one place or another always so brief before she had been off running again. Whether it had been by fear or by force she had always been on the move. Since coming to the islands she had been finding various reasons to stay. Small things had come into her life to give her hope and create a change in her. Often those things stepped back out. Whether they had left her for better or worse was always in question. But she had indeed changed.
For weeks she had lingered on the borders of the Forest. She had come to the islands to keep a colt safe and had come to and from the island since then to check on the place. She had also been invited to the Forest. It was the invitation that had kept her lingering even longer this time. Though the winter had only just started to set in, the cold was starting to grow more intense, just as her belly was starting to swell. Her state would not allow her to be swimming back and forth for much longer even if the weather still did. She dared not tempt the waves with more lives than her own this time.
Now the blue dappled mare stepped into the Forest, lifting her voice into the air to call the stallion or any who dwelled there. She sent a silent wish to the winds that the invitation of Bjorn was enough to keep her safe.
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