Out of everyone he knew, it was her he wanted to be with. Askold was yet again homeless and at a loss for where to live. He yearned to live and grow with his father, but each time he found him he was gone again. He had stayed for a short time after his father disappeared before returning back to his mother’s side. He was too young to be off on his own even though he knew Kimber was. How lonely she must feel. Askold returned to his mother and even returned to the Inlet when his father fought off his relative Warsaw. The old grey stallion has reclaimed the Inlet yet again, but he didn’t stay.
It was clearly stated that his father would be going to the Shore, but this time he didn’t follow. He just returned to the Cove for a bit of time to catch up with his mother and his younger siblings. Haskuldr was doing well with just their mother as a role model and so could he. Askold’s intense want to protect his sire and learn from him was now quickly fading. He was no longer a child; he was a maturing two-year-old. Askold said goodbye to his mother and the siblings he had in the Cove (though he couldn’t find Isabel) and travels to the main island. He knew Kimber would be here because she always was. He was correct, of course, and finds the tall filly talking to a grown mare.
He approaches without hesitation, coming to stand near Kimber. Like usual, he did not get close enough to make her uncomfortable, but he was clearly closer to her than the other mare. Brown eyes only look at Kimber as his deepening voice fills the air long after the two females finished their current conversation. ”I am tried of chasing my father’s hoofsteps,” This unknown mare would not understand his words, but he prays Kimber might. ”I want to live with you. Wherever you choose to go.” His lips then tightly close as he just stares at the beautiful filly that fills his empty void.