She could feel it standing next to her father. The way he looks at Frey and the tension rising in his body. She didn’t know what was going to between them, but she figures it has something to do with the gathering of stallions a few days prior. Her young half-brother was always busy around the Lagoon. She thinks maybe he has done something wrong to anger father. Perhaps he has soiled father’s good name somehow. Typically, Grizel would keep to herself and never say a word about her worries. She might tell her sire, but he was the only one. He was the only one she ever spent time with. Grizel felt a very special connection to her father because he always kept her safe. She felt protected when he was near. Almost like she could do anything.

But it was this summer day that she bring up the courage to approach her male sibling. Grizel always felt a little inferior to the other Tyr children not only because of her defected lungs, but also because of her mother. She didn’t remember much of her dam, but she did know she escaped and had to leave her behind. Some of these mares were actually in a relationship with her father. They were able to have both parents in their life. Grizel could only imagine how great that must be growing up, but at least she had dad by her side. The older filly follows her brother’s path until she finds him standing on the shore. “Brother?” She speaks shyly in her quiet Scottish voice.

Before she can say anything more, she takes a few heavy breaths. ”Is something wrong between you and dad?” Bright eyes stare at her sooty red brother who was just slightly taller than herself. Maybe she shouldn’t be asking this question in the first place. She was kind of scared about learning the answer.