Falls

I wasn’t sure if bringing Kaari home to Rougaru was the right choice. I had heard rumors of the Wolf Kings ways but hadn’t experienced any of the fabled stories. Once I was sure she was safe in the confines of Paradise, I had plunged into the cooler waters of the Islands to the Falls. It wouldn’t be long before winter was upon the Islands again, so I knew I needed to make this trip purposeful and short.

My dark hooves pulled against the heavy waters, my thin curved neck carrying my dished face barely above the current. I was beginning to feel the waning of my youth as I made these treks, my body more tired than normal. I said a silent prayer as my obsidian hooves made purchase on the sandy bottom of the Falls.

I wasn’t sure what always drew me to this place, but more often than not I found myself in the Falls. It was a place of peace, and sometimes spirit. I quickly left the sandy beaches, taking the familiar path I’d always taken to the Falls. It was here that’d I’d met Bjorn a time or two. The last time, our conversation more intimate and heartbreaking as he confessed his broken spirit at losing Siobhan. I’d never met Sio but I knew that she was more than special to the Icelandic stallion. Reminiscing in old thoughts; I thought I’d imagined the familiar scent of the steely splashed stallion. My emerald eyes searched, confused only to land on his familiar figure at the Falls. It was as if he never left.

Why was I drawn to him? I slowed my pace, drinking in the sight of him, offering a gentle knicker as I approached. ”Bjorn…” I said softly. ”It has been ages.” I wasn’t sure if he cared to see me and for the first time it felt embarrassing to admit that I missed him. I didn’t understand how I could miss someone I hardly even knew but the mind works in fickle ways. I’d lived a lonely life on the Islands. It seemed more filled with heartache than anything else; primarily because I didn’t feel like I belonged. But when I was with him, it felt heavenly.