Falls

you shouldn’t walk where the hemlock grows

The colt seemed nervous at first when Faolain greeted him, but he responded politely all the same. The black mare could see his dark skin jump with readiness, and Faolain settled where she was. She didn’t want to make any sudden movements and sent the poor yearling flying off. She offered a polite smile, and cocked a hind hoof to stand more comfortably where she was. The silken black of her tail swished around her hind legs. He looked curious, but she felt bad for causing him to startle.

When he mentioned visiting the other islands, Faolain nodded knowingly. ”Which ones have you visited so far?” she asked. ”I’m from the Ridge, on Atlantis. It’s covered in jungle. The only other island I’ve been to is Tinuvel, when I visited the Inlet. And here, of course.” She recalled her visit to Björn in the Inlet, and wondered what had become of him. Did he still rule there? She wondered if the yearling would know, but wasn’t sure if it was rude to ask. If he did know Björn, had he met Çiçek? It was easy to keep quiet about her curiosities regarding Björn, but doing the same about Çiçek was almost impossible. She shook her head in an attempt to rid it of thoughts of the golden mare, letting her forelock fall across her eyes.

”My name is Faolain,” she said, giving a polite dip of her head, hoping the introduction would distract her. ”How do you like the Crossing so far?”

mare | black | 14hh | akhal-teke