Solace
. . .
Solace can nearly feel the energy and excitement flowing off of Thalassa in waves, and it's contagious. Despite their long journey, she feels the urge to gallop down the mountainside and plunge headlong into the cool waters below. But after her whinny, she can see that something has caught Thal's attention, and it isn't long before the same scent floats to the Caretaker. Her brow lifts in delighted surprise.
"Hephaestus?" she calls in the direction of a shadowy patch of undergrowth she could swear she saw move. But she glances back to the steal-and-ivory mare, with mild concern. Sometimes scents drifted in strange ways in the mountains, and the stallion could be nowhere near.
Hephaestus was one of Hyaline's more solitary members, and Solace suspected his disfigurement contributed to this more than his natural born personality - but she had never said such a thing to anyone else - and she wonders if this vibrant young mare could help to bring him out of his shell.
Maybe they would find out.