Posted on August 10, 2023 at 04:14:55 PM by Tyr
Tyr’s eyes returned to the colt as Faolain spoke his name for the first time. Renvari. The stallion wondered what it meant. Regardless, he was a handsome colored colt, and Tyr hoped that by being here to teach him correctly, without the taint of the lagoon clinging to him, that he would do better in life. Better than Vadim. Tyr had tried so hard to bring the boy up right. But the looks others gave him had never changed. He wondered what had happened to him since Tyr had left the lagoon, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask Faolain if she had seen him. The words squeezed so tight in his throat; they never made it past his lips.
As the dark mare came to his side, her lithe frame leaning against him, it helped to ease the constricting, suffocating feeling. A heavy breath managed to escape him, the tension slowly leaving his shoulders, while he passed a glance back to the dark mare. “I’m sorry.” he said, his words almost hushed now, as she stood so close. “I should never have failed you the first time.” But now she was home, where she should have always been, and Tyr hoped that somehow he could make up for her time spent away.
Unable to help himself, Tyr reaches out his muzzle, lightly brushing his lips over her still wet skin. The smell of salt was strong, but it hadn’t completely washed away the scent of the Lagoon. It left Tyr drowning in a wash of homesickness, but he refused to let it come to his face. “I’m so glad your home.” he murmured, letting the array of feelings come out in those simple words instead.
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