Meadow

He felt closer to his family now that he knew his grandsire, but now he felt the need to start a family of his home. He wasn't thinking foals (no he was much too young for that kind of work), but he wanted mares to show around the Kingdom. He wished to start his herd and start gathering potential mates for the future. He already had a prospect in Cherokee back at home, but he would want more than just one mare. He often thought about finding the two young mares he found in the meadow on the one stormy summer day. Mnemosyne and Dalia were their names, but he had not gotten to chat with them enough. They might not even remember him anymore.

He waits on the snowy shoreline for his father to return home, but he never shows. The colt was excited to be the one to reunite his father and his father's father, but he had to come home from war for that to happen. With nothing else to do except to wait, Ironclad decides to take another trip out to the meadow. He hopes to find the two pretty females he met before, but a new face would work too. Maybe he would go visit Xiomara and see how her herd was fairing, but he could bet she was at war with his father. He didn't want to go unless he could see her, his future Queen. A snort, followed closely by a sneeze, leaves his nose as saltwater sucks up his nostrils. "Ugh!" He exclaims in disgust at the feeling.

He was happy when his leg finally reach the beach. Ironclad shakes his shaggy winter coat free of some water before traveling up the beach and into the start of the meadow. The snow was way less here than it was back home so he enjoyed some of the warmer weather as he walked, but he didn't get far from the sea when he heard something behind him. He turns to cast his dark blue gaze onto the young buckskin mare who shakes from swimming in the sea. He wonders if she caught sight of him swimming ahead of her, but she didn't seem to pay him any attention. We can't have that!

He nickers to her from where he stands, a large smile plastered on his dark lips.