Her children were bothersome. Well, technically only one was.

Jigsaw was making a name for himself around the herd from his bad behavior. He played jokes on the rest of the herd and was mean to the other foals. No one would play with him, not even his own little sister. Daracha has stayed clear of her brother lately and if he came near, she was quick to go find somewhere else to go. It was sad to say Maeve enjoyed the company of her daughter over her son. Jigsaw was a lot of handle and that that he was nearly matured, he was getting worse. She fears for his future as a stallion like his father had been. She had tried to change his path many times, but each time she failed.

The gods already had his path set.

At least the Forest has been quiet aside from her child’s terrorizing. No one had come for any of them since the war. Maeve was finally lowering her guard and venturing further. Before she never got close to the sea or left the safety of the trees, but today she does. She walks close to the calm waves and even closes her eyes to let the wind blow onto her face. The sea smelled amazing this time of year and the scenery was beautiful. Soon the trees would be changing color to make her home even more the land of the gods. Maeve opens her unique eyes and turns her back to the ocean.

She takes the first few steps away from the water, but promptly stops when she hears the waves suddenly crashing behind her.




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*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.