Cult? Cerosi said her father sold her to a cult as a filly and that it had messed her up. He did not know what a cult was, but he guessed she hated her father for it. He could not imagine not seeing or being able to talk to his parents ever again. There would never be a situation where he refused to talk to him (not that he could think of) so it had to be something bad that happened to Cerosi. She then thanks him for being kind. A large smile spreads over his lips. ”I’m glad your experience on the islands have been pleasant so far.” It was very true that every face counts. ”I’m happy to be a part of your good experiences here.”

They moved closer to one another and nearly touched noses. He takes her scent into his memory, never forgetting this pleasant new meeting after such a horrible day. He ran to her thinking he was finding Cherokee, but he thinks he may have found something better. Something much better than a mare who would breed to a stranger under his care, claim he was too young to tend to her needs, then throw a fit that she no longer wanted the child if he was mad at her. Cher then abandoned her young daughter for dead. Thankfully, he was taken the filly under his wing one of his family members was available to nurse the child.

Cerosi reveals the desert was the first island she was been to and that she has not known Cain long. She said the Desert did get hot, why she had come here in the first place, but she also reveals something interesting about Cain. She says that he told her he hasn’t always been a good stallion, but he was trying to be better. He tries to think of when it was, he first met Cain and his grandfather. Last fall, he thinks. ”Its possible. It was around last fall or summer, but he didn’t seem mean or anything. He was actually kind of nice after I addressed him for talking about my father, so I don’t think he is all bad. Just speaking too soon maybe.” His shoulders shrug.

Cerosi then says it was turn to answer questions. He straightens up and waits for what she had to ask as he thinks of how easily he could sway her mind into coming to stay here instead. She did not know Cain for long, so he assumes that meant she has not lived there long. In turn, maybe he could allow her to see the beauty of the Inlet and convince her to stay. When she asks about Tinuvel his smile broadens. She then asks a series of other questions that turn his smile down a notch. ”Woah, slow down. I’ll answer any questions you have just give me on at a time.” He chuckles.

”I love Tinuvel it is beautiful, but yes, winters can be very harsh here. I assume our harsh winters are equivalent to the Desert’s summers though.” He didn’t want to talk down about his home too much so he changes the subject. ”I was born here in this Inlet and so has some of my other family members. My father, Warsaw, currently owns the land here and was once the King of the whole island. My twin brother and I were born as princes so I keep calling myself one until my father can get our kingdom back like he has promised us.” Was he saying too much about their history to a stranger?
”I have only been to one other island so far called Atlantis. It is really pretty there, but it gets too hot for me. I have a good friend in the Shore who rules there named Xiomara. She is another friendly face you could meet if you’re looking for some friends.” His tail flicks behind him.