Kheldar’s Prince of Thieves
He swims ashore with the son of Icewine dragging a little behind. He is, for a young stallion to-be, tenacious. He is full of all the right amounts of obedience and potency to make for a stunning student. Much like Axefall had been and Fearsythe had mirrored mostly to be. He shakes his whole body as they hit the sandy shore, keeping the pace high and breaks brief so as to encourage less talking from the friendly youth and more focus on the effort of travel. The islands were not forgiving for the low-of-endurance. This would be the second stop of three. Three who he had come to find had sons to spare and a willingness to release them into his care for training.
He doubted rumors of Axefall’s success had done much of anything yet, but he was hoping eventually there would be many more to acknowledge this method of training was a worthwhile pursuit regardless of the schooling’s location.
He sends up a whinny then, sharp and high for his usually low tone - a call but not a summons.He knew his place amongst all this, what he was welcome to do versus what would incur the ire of Herd Kings. He remains in the surf not only to test Bloodwine’s mettle but also because it was still no-man’s-land.
"Catch your wind, Bloodwine. You have a better pace than most, thanks I think to your father’s strange breeding, but you are much too inclined to sacrifice your air for words that you can save till our destination."
OF THE LOST ISLANDS LAGOON
▻ stallion - iberian mutt - sooty bay tobiano rabicano sabino - 16.1 hh ◅