Bacardi does not raise his head from his meal until the sound of approaching hooves has him looking up again. Maeve; he hadn’t spoken with the red draft mare since securing her release from Tinuvel, and reuniting her with her awaiting family. At first, he thinks it might be a pleasant visit. She seems friendly enough, until she gets closer, and he realizes the seriousness of her demeanor. So, straightening his posture and finishing his mouthful, the stallion listens to the mare speak. Only giving a small smile when she finished.


“We both know Grizel would not have made the long swim to the mainland. It was in her best interest to leave her behind.” Bacardi said, feeling as if he had told Grizel where he was going, she would have followed him anyways. That her stamina, and her air would have run out, and the pretty young mare would have drown. Bacardi thought a broken heart was easier to heal from, than death. In some ways, that was why he left Apolline as well.


With a swish of his black tail, Bacardi dismissed the situation easily. “The Forest is my home, my family’s home, I will not leave it until my dying breath.” he stated. Or unless it was pried away from him in a battle, but Bacardi would not think the worst unless it happened. “You need not worry, Maeve. I promise.”

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

"...speech"