When his dark hooves found purchase on the shores of Luthien, the painted stallion couldn’t help the heavy heave of a sigh that left his lips. Though he had gone from the islands with purpose; his hope to find his father in some semblance of family, and to learn about what the Lagoon stallion had said (and perhaps secretly to come across Valka), the mission had been for not. He had found nothing aside from new scenery and a new felt loyalty to the Islands when home sickness had finally set in. When he had suggested going back, he was glad to see he wasn’t the only one.


Now, as Twinge climbs ashore beside him, Bacardi looks over at the fiery mare who he was surprised still followed him. Her question causes his wet ears to tilt towards her momentarily before pushing forward as he looks into the thick of the trees. “If I recall correctly, you complained a little less while we were living in the Thicket?” he teased. Bacardi felt no desire to return to Tinuvel. He would find himself looking for Valka again; to get caught up in feelings he no longer wished to have. Besides, he was positive Solomon wouldn’t enjoy him returning either.


“It feels good to be back home.” the painted stallion stated, before he shook away the salt water that still dripped from his heavy winter coat. Although they had returned just in time for the hardest season, at least it had not been to Tinuvel’s merciless snow. “Let’s go dry off, and then see what changes have happened here.” With that, Bacardi stepped away from the shore to venture further into the thick of the trees.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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