She doesn’t shy away from him. Caine can see the laugh in her eyes, even if her quivering lips refuse to release it. Finally, at last, she does laugh and Caine can’t help but grin. Even if it’s not the answer he was expecting, Caine will take it. “Your wish is my command.” He teases, whipping around from the red draft filly to face the way he’d come. Water still freely dripped from his pale body, but he lunged into the surf with as much vigor as he’d emerged with despite only arriving a few minutes ago.


Caine didn’t look behind him, confident that she would follow him anywhere he led. The young stallion didn’t aim for his homeland, but instead towards the Crossing where they would cut across the Peak and enter the waters once again to reach the Ruins. But as he emerged on the mare claimed land, he cast his eyes upon the massive mountain with doubt. Maybe they wouldn’t scale it, but instead skirt along the edge. It would take too long, their time limited to the moon, to make a trip to the skies today.


“Doesn’t quite strike your fancy, does it?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at the red mare. It would be kind of hot if they were enemies though.


CAINE