His life was unstable ever since they first left the Ridge. He made sure his mother and his siblings were safe before returning to the Ridge only to find his father gone. A mare had quickly unseated his role as leader and he had only met this Faolain briefly along with his old herd members. Askold spent some time watching the new mare and her herd from afar. He watched as Siobhan grows close to Ailill, as well as, his own mother in one night. All of it was frustrating and confusing to the colt who followed his mother back to the Inlet after her visit with Ailill. He knew a child of theirs would grow in her womb, but he couldn’t help but hate it. He shouldn’t hate any of his siblings, but this one was uncalled for.
His time in the Inlet was brief before they were abruptly scooted out by none other than his own sire. Bjorn was back, but he did not go to reclaim the Ridge. Instead, he put his claim on the Inlet where his sons, and daughter (counting Isabel), live. Askold was confused again, but he could never hate his father as Ysabel did. Even Haskuldr wasn’t happy, but Askold was more curious to understand why all these things were happening to them. Could a horse not live a stable life? Before he could approach his father, he had someone he needed to find. Askold took to the sea and swam to the main island. He had no clues as to where to look first, but he knew Kimber wasn’t in the Ridge, the Cove, or the Inlet.
He shakes himself on the beach before stepping out into the meadow. It doesn’t take long for her scent to cross his path and he picks up a quick gate towards her tail. He spots his bay beauty and quickly eliminates the distance between them. ”I have been searching for you,” he says in a quiet voice. Askold did not talk every often, but for Kimber he would.