Bold and brave were not words that could have been used to describe Ostara in that moment. She knew what they were doing was wrong, more wrong than the simple adventures she had taken Paradiso on in the past. These were the adventures that would seriously get them all into trouble and could fall harshly on the stallions of the Prairie. Low and behold, there was a thundering of hooves and a mare would circling them like a predator.

Ostara was filled with regret. Not only had she landed herself in danger, but she had brought her best friend with her as well. He had never asked for this to befall him and it was her fault it had.She had completely forgotten that Nuru had been the one to suggest the actual Forest territory, her guilt was just as heavy for seeking adventure and wishing for it. Still, she stood in front of Paradiso, her head high as she watched the lead mare circle around them, though her body trembled. The mare’s words brought her little comfort, still scaring her and making her want to run back to the Prairie no matter her brave face.

“Ostara.” She answered, unsure and off balance by the subtle change in the words and actions of the mare they had come across.

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The foals’ movements were no secret to the ghost of the islands. Pale face and perlino body had whispered behind them in the night. A shadow and starlight all in one. Anger boiled beneath his skin when watching the spotted stallion convince the youth to leave the safety of the herd lands and his ears flattened harshly against his skull. They moved noisily through the trees while, despite his size, Samhain moved silently. He was hot on their heels and ears flicked with no surprise at the mare’s call.

Carefully he approaches, slowing his speed to a steady walk. She had enough intrusions from the foals, it would have been unwise for him to charge in. Even so, he carried himself with the poise of authority. He was no lead stallion, but he had been charged with the safety of the foals before them.

A heavy snort burst from his nose and he turned his chilling gaze to the children before looking over at the mare. He nodded his large head respectfully to her, moving his ears to a less threatening position.

Lady of the Forest. He greeted, voice far too soft for one of his draft build, his words those of respect, taught to him by his father.Please forgive their ignorance and trespassing. Gaze turned to lock onto his sister. They meant no ill will, nor does the Prairie.

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