Falls

He had been too long away, and by the time Kendry returned to the Thicket all signs of Vasilissa had grown faint— and a foreign, masculine smell pervaded the territory. The great draft had not even attempted to scour the dense trees. He turned immediately, still soaking wet from his swim, and charged back into the ocean. It was not likely he would return to Luthien again any time soon.

The question he carries with him, considering with an uncharacteristic frown as he splashes onto the Crossing’s shore and storms up the beach, is where to next? Sand peppers the underside of his barrel until he reaches the banks and surges into the Falls, crossing the newly-growing grass at a heavy gallop. Fate has once again shown its hand in Kendry’s life. His time in the Thicket had been short-lived, and the lessons learned not at all the ones he had anticipated.

Perhaps it is for the best.

The perlino finally slows, jogging in a loose circle to survey the area as he decelerates and finally halts. He snorts, ears twisting as he looks between the various horses mingling nearby, but he is for once not ready to engage with others. His mind is heavily focused on his next steps. Kendry drops his head to the earth to graze, mulling over his options, hearing in every beat of his heart the undeniable truth of his next destination.