Zion
Zion had not considered that someone might not know where Tinuvel was. Or that the other islands didn’t revolve around the snowy tundra as they did in his head. It was a blunder on his part, an aggravating one, but one Zion would remember and grow from. At least this mare was submissive enough not to argue and did her best to go the right direction. Zion followed after her, herding her in the right direction when she would begin to veer the wrong way. When she slowed, he bumped her hip with his nose to encourage her to keep going. But oh, how he wish he had scraped his teeth over her skin instead.
“My name is Zion.” He bothered to tell her, knowing that as a lead that would be vital information for her at least. “And we live in the Arch.” When they reached the beach and he looked out across the water to Tinuvel, he felt impatience squeeze his chest. He wanted her there already, but also wasn’t ready to leave the Crossing yet. Zion felt like he hadn’t been here long enough, but with Drakon off in other territories, the dark brother knew he would need to make the swim back and secure Sea Glass in the Arch rather than the off chance she might wander to a different territory.
“The current is gentle today.” He said, nudging her again, not wanting to stay on the beach any longer. Zion hadn’t missed the tired look in her eyes, but she could rest once they had gotten home since he didn’t have any fear of her drowning.
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