The worst season had once again returned to the islands. Garmr hated Fall. The reek of hormones always put him in a nasty mood. So, he had done his best to seclude himself within his own home. To stay away from the fairer sex, and even his brothers, to his best ability. Although, with silence and time to contemplate, he did wonder about the few indulgents he’d allowed himself the previous season and if he should do so again.


As if to answer his thoughts, the sweet scent of a mare filtered into his nose. It was nauseating. A curl of his lip began to form, and he turned his head to lay angry green eyes upon the intruder, only to pause. Her words weren’t enough to elicit a response from him. Not quite yet. Garmr warred with the sort of situation he wanted to make for himself; chaotic and fun filled with consequences he didn’t care about. Or….easy.


“I think you did.” He replied, his tone nearly a growl as he turned to face her. “Why apologize for what you want? I don’t.” Garmr smirked at the golden mare, barely holding on to his restraint. Whatever she said next, did next, would shape the outcome of this encounter.


Tread carefully, little citrine.