Surviving his first two months with only a few visitors, Requiem finally decided he had to get out of Tinuvel to add actual herd members. He didn't have the confidence his sire had in gaining mares, but he couldn't gain anything if he didn't try. Requiem enters the salty ocean to travel towards the island where he was born. He had not been to the common areas since Warsaw found him and brought him home as a yearling colt.
It felt a bit nostalgic as he pulled himself out of the salty sea and took a look around. He didn't remember much of this island, but a found member of his champagne mother was saved here. He looked to a nearby clearing where the sun shines down on the grass. He imagined his honey-colored mother standing there and a young version of himself dancing around her. She spoke to him in that strange tongue she had.
"Szeretlek kisfiú." The strange words slipped off his tongue from his memories. His mother used to say that to him all the time. His train of thought was lost don't sound of someone running around. The patterns seemed frantic so he got into a defensive stance, but it lessened when large blue mare came into view. She was far away, but he could tell from there she seemed afraid.
She began to eat and Requiem wasn't sure he should ruin her bit of peace. Normally, he would have called to her, but this time he just stared. Cream-colored ears were perked upwards to catch any noise if someone happened to be following the mare. He saw no one, but he remained alert.
Requiem