Xiomara truly did not know if she was okay or not. The rush of emotions coursing through her was confusing, and she was unable to grasp any one at a time. But the most smothering one, was the heart ache. It made her heart hammer in such a way that her chest hurt with such ferocity. How was she even supposed to breath? Bjorn’s words fell upon deaf ears, Xiomara not realizing he had even spoken to her. But as he drew near, the warmth of his body brought a strange comfort. The roaring fire slowly began to ease into a flickering flame; her sobs quieting and her tears stopping. She tilts her head towards the stallion’s, letting her pink nose reach out to softly brush against his in gratitude for what he had done. Even though it may seem like nothing to someone else, just being there for her was monumental to the blue roan mare.


“Thank you,” she whispered, letting her eyes focus on him now. “I came upon my mother’s grave… I…. I don’t know what came over me.” Admitting it was difficult, but after what had happened she thought Bjorn was owed an explanation. “I was born here, and Xina passed before I was even fully weaned. Her last words were to not be weak. It seems I have failed her.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she turned her head away, shame burning through her now. How had she let everything become so out of control? Xiomara could still feel that torrent within her, waiting to burst free again.