Bran watched almost helplessly as mother and father disappeared into the waves. He knew mother was not happy with father, he could see it plainly written upon her delicate features as she whispered encouragement to him. He spent most of the morning after the swim to the Bay huddled close to her side, unsure about the new territory father claimed as his home. He was young, and felt a sense of security in the fact that mother and father would be there to protect him, but as she sent him off to play with Rayna that morning, something tugged at the back of his mind. It did not take long for the sound of raised voices to interfere from their game of tag and despite his rivoting game with Rayna, he found himself stopping and watching as mother calls to him. This was not unfamiliar. However as father charged at her and drove her back into the ocean waves, he could not help the pitiful cry that slipped past his lips. Dark eyes grow wide with fear as slowly their forms disappear beyond the foaming wave caps. For what felt like hours he stood on the shores with Rayna at his side, his skin shivering against the cold and sudden loss.

Hope lit his eyes as Liland returned, but against that hope, Larka was not with him. Sorrow clenched his very soul as his father stepped to his side and nudged him. Despite himself Bran could not bring his eyes up to meet those of his father. Larka was gone.

Part of him wanted nothing more than to curl up in a hole and wait for death to overtake him. Mother may have been a free spirit but she always cared tenderly for him and told the best stories of far away places. He knew that she would not want him to give up, she would want him to continue on. Even now he can almost feel her warm breath on his skin as the winds whisper her words of love and adoration. He knew if she could be here she would... but he was not ready to hear that she was gone. Not yet.

Rayna draws him from his thoughts, and dark eyes blink forelornly at her. He shakes his head gently, "Momma wouldn't leave me.... not like this." he says his gaze scanning the oceans before them once more. For a moment longer they remain a silent duo, watching the ocean surf but there is still no signs of the pale mare with her dark locks.

Rayna is the first to spot the new mare with not two but three foals in tow. Bran offers them a look of mild interest but Rayna's nudge brings him to follow after her. He didnt have anywhere else to be anyway. Perhaps mother would be back later. He could at the very least hold onto that hope. Pushing the thoughts of her frantic calls from his mind, Bran trots after his sister, his brown eyes unsure as he watches the cautious colt and friendly filly. Both of them seem friendly, if not reserved. Rayna introduces herself and protectively Bran stops beside her, his chocolate neck draped across her cream colored back. "Bran..." he adds, tilting his head ever so slightly towards them. Watching.