NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

After spending a few days getting her son into more moveable shape, Asphara looked at the young brightly colored colt beside her. He was more drafty like his sire and gentle in his actions, much different than his half sister. Looking at the young colt that she named Typhoon, the chestnut thoroughbred moved over the Ridge and nudged the week old child towards where she could scent Tyr the best. She had a safe home and with Polar off somewhere, she had fallen back to just being uncomfortable with everything, but there was a faint new light to having Typhoon with her. Having a child that actively stuck close to her eased some of the loneliness that she had felt so far with her time here in the Ridge.

Blinking her blue eyes, the burn marked mare looked up at the sky before she stopped in a more lush and faintly open area of her home. Her slender ears perked forward before she gave a call to the sire of her child and the one who protected her and her home. Turning her head though, Asphara nudged her son as he moved around her and began to nurse while they stood lazily waiting for Tyr. It was nice to not have a need to really move forward from this spot, but the chestnut mare also knew she had been a wraith here for quite a while now and hoped that Tyr would not be shocked to hear her call all too much considering she never really talked to him anyways.