Falls

We can do it Rutger said, trying to be encouraging. Father and Son against the world. Isn’t that what he whispered to Vadim when he had been so young, and yet seperated from his mother? The colt had been grieving then too, and he wondered if he hadn’t been as comforting as he had thought himself to be, now that he realized they had done nothing to comfort him either. Tyr wouldn’t tell Rutger that though, only began to give a small nod, when they were interrupted.


Nyimara caught them by surprise, which would have spelled worse trouble if it had been someone from the Lagoon. The Witch Queen was hardly one to scoff at, but not their current enemy. Tyr narrowed his eyes at the chocolate-colored mare as she dismissed his son with barely a glance and came to stand before the chimera stallion. Good, she didn’t need to sink her claws into Rutger and twist him into a knotted web of lies and games.


“I wouldn’t be so lucky.” he retorted. At least he would be with Oswin and Rutger wouldn’t be in such a mess over him. “What do you want, Nyimara?” Tyr nearly snarled out the words, though managed to keep some form of civility in his tone. She wouldn’t have approached if she didn’t have some sort of motive, and he wasn’t interested in some game she might be ready to play. Tyr was all out of fun for today, and probably forever.