Now that she’s safe in Skullu’s home, her mind can’t help but travel back to the field. The pale, red-eyed stallion (Gryffen was his name?) that had accosted them there had scared her a little. He and been intimidating and aggressive, and he had wanted Syl. She’s thankful that Skullu had been there to give her another option, and grateful to Exemplary and the chestnut stallion who had backed them up. Their timely arrivals had protected her. It’s one thing for a stallion to take on one stallion and a very pregnant mare. It’s another thing entirely for him to take on two stallions, and two mares (albeit one pregnant mare).
She’s safe now, or so she hopes. The look on Gryffen’s face as she walked away makes her doubt. But there’s nothing she can do about it. She has her newborn son to worry about, and besides, she has faith in Skullu. His actions have proven him to be a good and honourable stallion.
She smiles at him as he speaks of a peaceful patch of mangroves. His little territory is becoming lovelier by the moment. “That sounds perfect.” She watches as he walks over to Szeth, nuzzling the little boy awake. Szeth blinks sleepily, then drags himself up onto his feet and shuffles quietly at his new father. Syl takes a few steps forward to join them, then looks to Skullu to follow his lead. She can’t wait to get a little rest.
syl
when you think of love do you think of pain?