Falls

Gael had not considered what it meant to be a father. Both his children by Corinth were like strangers to him. He could picture them in his head but to know them was impossible. Then there was the spotted son he had with Clarity, the son he was closest to in terms of not leaving each other’s side. The boy clung to him and Gael had kept him in all his searching.

How cruel life was. How it had turned to such a severe degree.

The black stallion stares at his son, he notes the color and the build and he does agree Nike had grown to look so much like his father. “Yes,” Gael agrees with a nod. How he hopes his son does not take his heart, too.

“Do you have a place to call home?” The stallion asks gently, his dark eyes flicking over his son before roving over the browned earth around them. “Do you,” he pauses.

It is a long, drawn out thing because he hardly wants to ask. He isn’t sure if he wants the answer or not. “Do you still go to the mountain?”

Gael turns away then, his eyes looking for a different sort of ghost. “I take my home in the Lagoon these days. It has caught my interest.”