Bacardi’s mind was already out to sea, and to the Crossing, when the sound of someone rushing up behind him brought his mind back to the present. He stopped just as the waves lapped at his front hooves, before turning to face them. Bacardi expected that perhaps Twinge had come to demand she was going, or maybe even Toland as he was certainly big enough to want to see new lands. What Bacardi didn’t expect was to see Grizel trip to a halt and demand where he was going. Guilt instantly flared in his chest, knowing he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with the mare. Especially now that her mother was gone. But it had felt like she had been avoiding him, so Bacardi hadn’t wanted to push the issue.


“Grizel” he greeted her kindly, reaching his muzzle out towards hers. Both to take her scent, and to secretly check her breathing after her sprint. But from her words, he didn’t suspect she had run out of air this time. “I was going to the Crossing.” he answered her openly and honestly. There was no need to be secretive about what he was doing. “What’s wrong?” Bacardi couldn’t hep but ask, since it wasn’t normal for her to come to him in such a way. “Or…. Did you want to go with me?” She wasn’t trapped here, after all. Free to come and go, just like everyone else was that lived in the Forest.

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

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