She has made these shores her own, and what occurs within its borders rarely goes unnoticed by the white-laced roan mare, no matter how otherwise distracted her thoughts might be. Besides, these days, she needs the distraction of her usual pursuits to clear her mind and forget all her transgressions.
And certainly, this would no doubt prove an ideal distraction.
She had also made a point of knowing her relations, even those she has never had the pleasure of meeting. So the sight of the mulberry roan stallion entering the borders of her home immediately inspires interest. Of course, it hadn’t been her sight, but that hardly matters. She rarely discovers these things through her own sight anyway.
Rounding the curve of the beach that stretches beneath Nerine’s high cliff face, she makes her way to a narrow, rocky path that will bring her to its peak. She has grown familiar with the rough terrain, and soon enough, she reaches the flats of the cliff top. Then, just there in the distance, she can see a pair of horses standing at a comfortable, conversational distance. Her trek had taken her long enough that Scorch had found the uniquely colored stallion before Heartfire had arrived. And by the looks of it, the two shared a familiarity.
All the better.
As she draws close, her gaze (vibrant and blue and piercing) settles upon the stallion with comfortable ease. She slips in alongside her grandmother as she studies the man in person for the first time in her life. “Hello brother,” she greets smoothly, with far more familiarly than their lack of acquaintance might suggest.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
