Falls

Grief and anger clung to the stallion like a second skin, so when he tells Mae what has happened, she is not surprised. Not by his mood, nor by the newborn foal who followed him instead of his mother. The pale mare is grateful he seems intent on asking, instead of forcefully taking, what his son needs. She gives a small nod of understanding, about to answer, when the colt steps forward and speaks. Her soft gaze studying his little face, and she can’t help but give a smile despite his words. Iah is bold, and it reminds her of Sol Volk; her first son. It also assured the mare that he had plenty of life in him despite the loss of his mother.


“Salem was my home for a time.” Mae admits to the stallion, looking back to Sokar. “The Peak is where I stay now.” she confirms. “I’ll nurse Iah for as long as he needs, but I prefer to keep my name to myself.” It was for her own safety, as well as her daughters and little Iah. It was too easy to overhear, too easy for Fell to find her, should others speak her name. Then none of them would be safe.


“In the meantime, you can call me by whatever you’d like…” Mae said to Sokar. “Even if it is weird.” she smiled to Iah.