Mariael, young as she was, had not yet considered the reality of her one day no longer being queen in the Bay. The idea of birthing a child and raising it was not one she had yet entertained. Yet when Orkaan spoke of family ties, she knew without pause she would agree. Whether it was she, a child of Zevulun’s or even a child of Mariael’s, it would always be one of their blood who held the Bay. She would be pleased future generations could rest in the ease of knowing their neighbors, the Inlet, would be the same.
She smiled and inclined her head in a small nod. “I don’t see any reason not to agree to such terms. It would be good to establish old family ties in Tinuvel.” She paused briefly. “I never have reason to leave Tinuvel and I assume you must feel the same.” The meeting here had gone better than she had anticipated a meeting between she and her Inlet neighbors ever could.
Speaking of neighbors, Mariael glanced briefly behind the thick-boned, muscled stallion and into his home lying at his back. “Should you come across a stallion named Samhain or any who say they are related to Pagan, I would appreciate if you would direct them to the Bay.” Mariael assumed Samhain had returned to Luthien where he lived in the Prairie, but should he return to Tinuvel she hoped he would find his way to her home. He had been supportive of her vendetta against Jasiri and had understood the importance of family and strength and blood in Tinuvel. Maziel would be happy to see him again, Mariael was sure. Perhaps soon they would make a trip to Luthien to see if he still lived there…
“I should let you get to reacquainting yourself with your home.” Mariael said after a moment, steadying Orkaan with another glance. She trusted him far, far more than she ever assumed she’d trust a horse who’d take lead of The Inlet. Mariael was fairly pleased thus far.
“If you need anything, you can find me in the Bay.”
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