It's easier to travel by the light of the moon, though Cynic isn't exactly sure why. Something about the glaring, cold light of day feeling oppressive. Straight to his bones, it seemed to rattle him. Grind his teeth and his bones... he'd unpack that later. Still, he needs to see it. The source of the rumors, the place at their heart. Though he wouldn't get too close to the Lagoon, he would track his nephew's scent and the chatter about a colt that was among the worse they'd seen lately. Cynic's ribs ached for a moment. His father had envisioned a better future for them, for the Lagoon... and now they had this mockery.
The rain had been torrential, on and off. It seemed the Crossing had a worse time of it than even his Savanna, and that was certainly a worrying trend. How much more was coming? Autumn in such a temperate climate could be treacherous, and this was a stark reminder. A chill raced down Cynic's spine, and he steered well clear of the Meadows.
Nearing the falls, his attention is drawn in-- he's not alone here. A flick of his tail, a twitch of his ears. Picking up on someone else's presence... she's in the water. Cynic moves carefully through the brown grasses, though he's not subtle. He wouldn't sneak up on her, instead giving a soft call that shatters any illusion through the evening. Just a gentle sound, until he nears.
"Awfully cold to be in the Falls tonight," curiosity shining in his green eyes, though it's gentle instead of judgemental. "Are you alright?" The mud sloughing from her coat was certainly an indication something had gone on, though Cynic wouldn't begin to guess what. Instead, he rests upon the banks of the falls, watching with a gentle, steady gaze.
10 years. mixed. amber champagne dun roan. 16.0.
rade x anath
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