He had done it. He had taken her. Wren had barely even looked to their retreating backs, her flesh quivering with emotions she couldn’t quite place. The pale mare had thought this for the best, and still believed that whole heartedly, so why did she feel so broken? Her body aching for the child she had sent away like a wound that wouldn’t heal. Tears stained her face and silent sobs shook her shoulders, but all she could do was pin her ears and lash her tail, wishing for it to all go away.
She needed this to stop.
Solomon had only been gone for a short while, and the filly’s scent was strong as if she were still here. Wren needed to get away from it, to escape this smothering feeling that made each breath a struggle. Knowing no one would notice, she had been a recluse for so long, the mare began to pick her way across the Cove and away from the herd. Though it does not start with ill intent, the turmoil within Wren quickly changes her grief to anger. How could this have happened to her? She hated it. Hated them all. Especially the filly!
When the lapping waves upon the pebbled beach finally come to view, she stops just short of their touch. Her blue eyes look out across the grey water and to the island she had heard be called the Crossing. It was a neutral land, so she hoped that would make it safe. But even if it wasn’t, she simply couldn’t stay here for another second. With another uncontrolled sob that rocked away her anger, Wren flung herself into the cold embrace of the salt water. She swam as if something was chewing upon her tail, each strike made with more effort than necessary to propel her forward as quickly as possible. Only when she finally made ground did she let herself stop and catch her breath.
What was she doing? What had she done?!
Panic set in and her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. She had run away! Wren had never done something like that before! She didn’t want to leave Solomon. Not now, not after everything they had been through and moved forward from. A stranger, a evil stallion could be lurking here, and the image of Aranck entered her mind and the memory of how the filly she had sent away had been made. Her skin crawled with disgust, and another round if sobs escaped her.
“What’s wrong with me?” she hicced to herself, not understanding why her emotions were so uncontrollable and how she had ended up here away from her home.