As night drew near, Hiyori felt her impatience grow, matched only with her excitement. Somehow, she still managed to act casually as she grazed somewhat nearby to Kaeja. Having grown up close with her older sister, Hiyori wasn’t quite brave enough to leave behind the only family she felt she had left. Especially when their mother had been missing for quite some time, and deep down she feared the worst. Especially with how Mae had looked last time anyone had seen her.


Lifting her head, Hiyori gave a soft nicker before heading down to the stream, as if to get a drink. The pale painted mare even goes to its edge and dips her head down to take a drink. Making sure Kaeja didn’t join her before silently slipping away. Only when she was absolutely certain she was alone, did she speed up into a careful trot to traverse the Peak’s landscape to meet with the one responsible for the butterflies flitting around in her stomach. Hearing his voice call out her name just before she slipped out of the vegetation to join him on the ledge.


“Kristjan.” She greets with a warmth in her soft voice that hadn’t always been there. In the beginning days, there had been fire in her tone. A challenge from a young Peak mare to a Lagoon stallion. But that had since changed; Hiyori couldn’t even explain how. But it had. Reaching out her muzzle to his, she feels greedy. As if she had been starved of his very scent for being away from each other. “I missed you.”