He took the first few steps he had taken in a while. It felt great to finally how some strength back. Ironclad held up his head with some sense of pride even as his head fills with doubts and worry. There was no way he could have known what time of day it was after such a deep slumber, but he assumes it was somewhere in midday as the bright sun settles in the sky. Someone nickers so he turns in the direction of Brunhild approaching. ”Good to see you made it,” she says with a smirk as he draws closer and stops in front of her brother. Ironclad rolls his eyes with a snort. "Thanks for the faith sister." Brunhild laughs. ”No problem. We have some things to talk about, but it looks like you are on a mission.” Ironclad nods as he notices a smell lifting off his sister’s coat and a slight bulge to her belly. ”What have you been up to?”

”That is one of the things I have to talk to you about. Remember when I said I would try to find a way to help protect our land from the diseases and intruders? The spirits have guided me to breed with Bjorn.” Shock overtakes Ironclad’s face. ”Bjorn? How could you? He is father’s enemy! He will steal this land from us and you give him reason to! He will come looking for his child here!” The sense of panic that flows through his body was nearly uncontrollable. He wanted to run to every corner of the Inlet to ensure their current safety. ”Don’t worry so much Ironclad. This is the spirit’s will. This is what they need to offer us their protection. I will handle everything so just focus on your herd and the issues you have with your mares.” There was no way Ironclad could understand the gibberish his sister spoke of, but she has tried many times to teach him. ”I have learned some things from our enemy about the nords and their ways. With my guidance we can turn Tinuvel back to some of its native routes. From long before the horses of these islands took roost here.”

Brunhild has this grand idea to turn the Inlet back into some old ancient land where only the strong will survive and be guided by their gods. It scares Ironclad because he worries for his current herd if she becomes successful in convincing him. What of the sweet nature horses like Kvothe? What of his children? Sucked into their conversation, Ironclad talks with Brunhild deep into the night. The only thing that peels him away was the pain filled call of his chestnut maiden. He says goodbye to his sister and brings his heavy eyes to find his soft-hearted lover. He still felt some of the weakness the sickness had cursed him with, but his determination drives him on. How could he had known another young male would find her first? The surroundings before him reveals the outlines of both horses.

His call to answer her loudly bursts from his jaws to not only tell her he was here, but to also warn the unknown male that he was about to be faced with this mare’s mate. Kvothe was his as he had boldly claimed her scar as his own. She would always be his…

The greying stallion slides against Kvothe’s right side, just gently brushing along her belly, as he steps a few times ahead of her current stance. Dark eyes lock onto the smaller stallion who was marked in such an odd fashion. He might had admired the way the silver and darkness of his coat meet, but in this situation this stallion was no friend. Until further notice, Sigurdr was on enemy territory. ”You are trespassing on my land stallion. Who are you?” In the past Ironclad would have greeted almost anyone with a friendly face, but with Kvothe’s disappearance and the Lagoon lurking around he could not be more careful around strangers in his home. He wants so badly to embrace his mate, but his guard could not be let up right now. His rump presses into her shoulder to try to show her some kind of comfort and a silent promise that he would protect her no matter what.