Posted on August 4, 2020 at 06:39:25 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Her gold-flecked eyes searched the trees all around her, but the familiar forms of Vita Nova or Warsaw never appeared. Instead, it was Bjorn who came through the trunks of evergreens, with his haunting blue eyes transfixed on her. Seeing him sent a shiver down the length of her spine. Tavas stiffened in response, and her head came to rise high over her withers. She stared down at him completely bewildered, perturbed on why he was here and why her family wasn't. Until finally, it dawned on her. Tavas omitted a dramatic and obvious gasp. The whites of her eyes detailed her moment of panic. The Icelandic stallion wore fresh wounds from battle on his thick grullo hide. At least Warsaw had made a dent. By the time he reached her and started speaking, tears flooded her eyes. They spilled down her golden cheeks, but her face hardened as she listened to him, her ears snapped back against her poll in disgust. She wondered briefly if he could smell the Ridge on her. She felt so foolish now, having gone on this trek to find him, of all stallions. "How could you?" She demanded, her jaws clenched and her eyes reeled back into tight slits. The tears continued to spill, and she buckled once at her shaking knees. "You make Warsaw out to be a monster, but here you are, displacing an entire family for your own gain. You are no better."
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