Falls

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Rowena moves quite quickly for her weakened condition. Midas senses a fighting spirit in her much like his own. She pulls up against his left flank. Midas can almost feel the heat from her body radiate in the space between them. He knows her eyes are searching to meet his but he hides behind a matted forelock.

Atlantis.

What business does Rowena have there? He shuffles slightly in the mud, and nods slowly. “Yes.” He searches for the perfect words that would encapsulate why he wanted to go there and what the tropical island meant to him but comes up short. “I used to protect the inhabitants of the Ridge, it was my home.” He says simply. He turns his handsome face towards hers, his bronze eyes finally ready to put back on the mask of indifference. “And you? What business do you have on Atlantis?”

Rowena’s answer doesn’t really matter. Midas already knows he will go with her. He glances again across her body to her hollow sides, his eyebrows furrowing in a worried expression. “I’ll be waiting in two weeks time, by the southern shore. We can go then.” He nods towards the rocky beach in the distance. His mood lightens with a plan made to visit Atlantis. He can’t help it - he loves that island perhaps more than he’s loved anything (or anyone) in his entire life. And while he dreads what he’ll find - or not find - when he goes back, Midas knows to truly move forward, he has to go back where it all began.

Just then two fawns dart from the underbrush, their gangly legs and bright spots giving them the adorable appearance only bestowed upon newborns. They romp around in view for a moment before disappearing into the brush. Midas feels a smile creep onto his face. The world goes on, springtime always comes again no matter how cold the winter is.

“And for the love of Aphrodite, please eat something before then.” He gives her a lopsided grin and bumps her cheek with his chocolate muzzle in farewell. With a soft nicker he turns away, glancing once more over his scarred shoulders to look at her. Then the golden stallion takes off at a brisk trot, which quickly turns into a canter, and soon he is out of sight.

Midas knows Rowena has a part to play in his story. Though he worries about her being a Peak mare, her past on Atlantis and the mysterious golden stranger she mistook him for - he knows she can’t bring anything worse into his life than he’s already experienced.

Tarrant x Vintage // Stallion // Palomino [ee aa nCr] // Thoroughbred x Mustang x Mixed // 15.2hh // 12 // No children // a fable character //