Falls

Xiomara frowned slightly, her blue gaze again drifting down to their reflections as he spoke. Everyone faced grief differently, and stallions were not void of emotions like they played to be. Such stony, stoic creatures when really, they were no different than anyone else. It just seemed Liland was more in tuned with his, and that was why being a lead stallion was tearing him apart.


“No one is allowed everything.” the mare replied. “And it is greedy to try.” She twisted an ear towards him as she glanced away, her azure eyes taking in their surroundings to make sure they were not being watched, before her attention again returned to the stallion. Her eyes now resting upon his face. “Greed is a disease, and it will pull you apart at the seams. Don’t you already feel it fraying? How everything is always seeming to come apart?”


Turning away then, Xiomara took a few steps back the way she had come. Pausing, she glancing over her shoulder at the stallion. “Think about what I have said, Liland.” she said then gave a half smile. “And decide which child you will send me. I am lonely upon The Shore.” With that, the blue roan warrioress took her leave to head back home.