Falls
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Posted on March 8, 2026 at 01:48:02 AM by Sinaet
When her silver son had returned from the desert island, the mare had hoped to see an impatient and foul-tempered Impera climbing from the sea, coming home to her along with him. That was not the case. It disappointed Sinaet, but was she surprised? No.. not really. Not if she was being honest with herself. Too much had happened in her life for the bay mare to delude herself.
Impera had never wanted to leave Salem in the first place. Her daughter had stood before the bay dun mare and accused her of betraying him, of giving up too soon. Sinaet had heard this and bore the unearthly silence from the fuming youngster all along their journey to the Bay, to safety. And she bore it with a new calm of her own.
Sinaet had waited far longer than she should have for Raegar to reappear.. and was still waiting for him. Over the course of their time together, she'd grown to have the utmost faith in the young male, but with a young daughter to protect and even younger son to boot? No matter how fervent her belief in him, the children had had to come first. So.. Tinuvel.
Then, Canis had stood before her, pale forelock plastered to his face in a sodden mass, and told her that Arsinoe had retaken the Badlands. Arsinoe: the wild mare she'd knew as Raegar's sister. It had nearly taken the breath from her. The mask shaken loose. Sinaet had taken the night to rest and think things over. Knowing she wasn't the only one seeking news from the south, the bay female had even trekked to the Inlet to tell another former Badlander the news.
In the end, there had been no question. The palest blush of dawn had scarcely lit the sky when Sinaet embraced her son and said good-bye. It would be a harder journey on her this time than before to go home to the desertscape of Salem. Her mind could forget the years at times, but her mortal body could not. Thus the cold of Tinuvel was an easy thing to leave behind, but her son? The grand-children she'd watched over? Bittersweet, to be sure.
The Falls in sight, Sinaet breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It was the first landmark she could bring to mind, and the sight of it meant she could rest a while in relative safety. No male could touch her here, but she was still vulnerable, having abandoned the safety of her position in the Bay. It might have been a poor time to do so with fall having arrived. There was nothing to do about that now.
The white-marked female took a long, deep drink from the pool upon reaching the heart of the Falls. Its coolness refreshed her. Whiskers were still dripping with water when seafoam eyes left the water and beheld a smaller mare nearby. Raising her head, Sinaet focused on the grey. Something akin to familiarity flickered in the back of her mind.
She had never been a truly social creature, hadn't won any popularity contests by any means. Thus there were never any friends to speak of, but Sinaet had a nagging feeling they might know each other. Boldly, the dun paces toward her, still puzzling but having smoothed some of that curiosity away (Can't let everyone know what you're thinking after all.)
"Pardon me," she asked, "we know each other, yes?
My name is Sinaet."
Impera had never wanted to leave Salem in the first place. Her daughter had stood before the bay dun mare and accused her of betraying him, of giving up too soon. Sinaet had heard this and bore the unearthly silence from the fuming youngster all along their journey to the Bay, to safety. And she bore it with a new calm of her own.
Sinaet had waited far longer than she should have for Raegar to reappear.. and was still waiting for him. Over the course of their time together, she'd grown to have the utmost faith in the young male, but with a young daughter to protect and even younger son to boot? No matter how fervent her belief in him, the children had had to come first. So.. Tinuvel.
Then, Canis had stood before her, pale forelock plastered to his face in a sodden mass, and told her that Arsinoe had retaken the Badlands. Arsinoe: the wild mare she'd knew as Raegar's sister. It had nearly taken the breath from her. The mask shaken loose. Sinaet had taken the night to rest and think things over. Knowing she wasn't the only one seeking news from the south, the bay female had even trekked to the Inlet to tell another former Badlander the news.
In the end, there had been no question. The palest blush of dawn had scarcely lit the sky when Sinaet embraced her son and said good-bye. It would be a harder journey on her this time than before to go home to the desertscape of Salem. Her mind could forget the years at times, but her mortal body could not. Thus the cold of Tinuvel was an easy thing to leave behind, but her son? The grand-children she'd watched over? Bittersweet, to be sure.
The Falls in sight, Sinaet breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It was the first landmark she could bring to mind, and the sight of it meant she could rest a while in relative safety. No male could touch her here, but she was still vulnerable, having abandoned the safety of her position in the Bay. It might have been a poor time to do so with fall having arrived. There was nothing to do about that now.
The white-marked female took a long, deep drink from the pool upon reaching the heart of the Falls. Its coolness refreshed her. Whiskers were still dripping with water when seafoam eyes left the water and beheld a smaller mare nearby. Raising her head, Sinaet focused on the grey. Something akin to familiarity flickered in the back of her mind.
She had never been a truly social creature, hadn't won any popularity contests by any means. Thus there were never any friends to speak of, but Sinaet had a nagging feeling they might know each other. Boldly, the dun paces toward her, still puzzling but having smoothed some of that curiosity away (Can't let everyone know what you're thinking after all.)
"Pardon me," she asked, "we know each other, yes?
My name is Sinaet."
Sinaet
mare -- bay dun splash -- rhinelander x warmblood -- 17 hands
mother of Canis, Hemming, Impera, & Khaàrnmanak
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