The water grew colder the closer they got to Tinuvel. Requiem didn't leave his island much, but when he did he always took note of the temperature change in the water surrounding his home. The summer heat was nearing its end and fall was behinning to rear it's head. He hopes this breeding would be better than last. Having no foals would be better than what happened last year when his hormones hit for the first time.
It was odd to think of the season while escorting a new mare home, but he guesses it was natrual for a stallion to think such thoughts when it came to his herd. The Bay was so empty he would do almost anything for company at this point. They finally arrive in the Bay, but only seconds pass before the spotted mare starts talking again. She was kind of demanding. Requiem looks at her with a kind smile. "There was another, but she was recently taken." He tries to hide the hurt in his eyes so he brings his gaze inland. "I am trying to build my herd."
The Bay has been his since last Autumn and he has been alone until Tavas came in Spring. Spending Winter alone had been terrible. "The Inlet lies beyond the Bay and that is where our King lives. This island is called Tinuvel, this land is the Bay, and the King is Warsaw who resides in the Inlet with his herd." He felt obliged to tell all of his new herd members about the Inlet and Warsaw. They were above them after all. |
