I know this hurts (it was meant to); ANY

[Ledger]

He can barely remember Raaquel, the mare that birthed him. He had only just opened his eyes to be told he was loved by her and then with a blink of his eyes… A flutter of lashes… Her skull was open and bleeding, a lifeless carcass. All he remembers of her now is a gray mare with indistinguishable features, blurred and unrecognizable. But always blood trickles down her face. That never fades. Oh the guilt, if only he knew that perhaps the burden wasn’t his alone. That it was something that may have been passed from father to son. But then again…It would probably only intensify the anxiety anyways. That he couldn’t be stronger for both himself and Magnus. He tries now though even as his body shuts down. His brain suggesting that danger lurks nearby. He doesn’t know why she rather frightens him. Camrynn is beautiful in every suggestion of the word. However it has something to do with the trail of jewels along her cheek. Or something to do with the golden sign painted across her chest. Or just the look in her eyes which seems concerned, a normal look for the situation at hands right? Then why is the fur along the back of his neck prickling with discomfort? Her voice is rich like chocolate, offering a healing hand. He can’t help but give a soft guffaw of dismay which is quickly followed by a strained smile, not realizing it had escaped from him. The damage had already been done long ago. It was too late for all that now. It would be even worse for him soon but that future had yet to unfold. Magnus asks her to stay and his son looks at him with a wounded and questioning gaze. Why? Why does he want her to stay? He isn’t vocal in his unhappiness but it’s probably written all over his face anyways. He had never been good at hiding his feelings or emotions. So instead he remains silent but close to the buckskin, his cautious gaze lingering on the black mare and curved lobes pricked forward to catch any of these remarkable stories he’s father was seeking. L E D G E R