Such a blast of Fresh Air Posted on December 4, 2023 at 03:44:06 AM by Polar
Sleep was something that Polar probably needed more of but constantly watching over Soulful and his mother had him doing less of that. Just enough to get him by and no more. Not the best way to do things but to him, it was important. They meant the world to him and they meant the world to father. Solomon was his world as much as mother was. If both of them were happy then, so was he. Polar would have it no other way honestly.
Pale blue eyes met his own and it floored him. She was simple but she was so very pretty. Those eyes were like windows into the soul. Into her soul and he had to stop himself from staring too profusely. Still though; Polar could not help himself. This creature was precious and it pained him that none would be as protective enough to care her any real mind. Why was she alone? A question that Polar would love to ask the herd that she was a part of. Of which now he knew to be the Ridge. Not that he knew anyone there really. Perhaps one or two if faces were familiar. In the moment though; Polar could not say that he knew anyone in the Ridge. Hadn't known anyone in the Desert either till now. Now that they were there finding a safe haven for the time being until they could go home.
Home. Polar missed the Cove but with strangers there? No. It was not home right now. Nymara was the enemy wasn't she? She had taken from them everything they had known. Not completely. The herd still found a way to survive and find one another. Polar is so glad they were not here honestly. Soulful and Sharkie were safe. They had been wandering and Polar had been watching over them. Where they went then, so had he. He'd have it no other way of course.
Polar smiled as this blue eyed chestnut seemed to take him in all on her own. He could feel those eyes rolling over his uniquely colored body and his nose moves toward her own. Gently stretching to hopefully meet in a traditional greeting of whisker to whisker. Once this was done and her words having been heard, Polar would return vocalization. "It is a pleasure Asphara." Came the gentle but rich murmur of his voice. Again as she looked toward her hooves did Polar frown a little. Not in the moments spent with her now, but in realizing that something had her filled with sorrow.
What though? Who could make anyone feel this way as precious as this darling chestnut? It was so wrong in his thoughts that anyone would make such a creature want to be alone on such a cold night. Should be with her herd but she chose to be elsewhere. Why? Questions he wished he had the answers to. "Why do you fret so Asphara? It pains me to even see a lass as yourself alone out here and with foal. Those in the Ridge you know should be ashamed of themselves my dear." It wasn't right. Not at all. Polar wanted to whisk her away and to whisk away the sorrow. How could he do this though? Was it even his right to? Did he even care at this point about whose right it was? No, not really. Polar was too wrapped up now in a mare he'd only just met but had already melted for. Replies: