Ni'Srilan: The Desert: Because she is yet to become a woman

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

There was a soothing side as she felt the lighting from her lovely mate. Eyes were widened but she could already see it from his aura, his mission had been completed. The fiery mare flicked her tail and lipped the grass rather absently until an affectionate muzzle and his words made her cranium turn. Eyes were soft and gently and she murmured rather softly at his touch. Hybrid neighed loudly with a big grin and reared at his father. The two year old had grown since his father last saw him. The Dunalino had started to grow into his darker palomino coat with the usual zebra stripes caressing his legs. ”Father! Father! You’re Gold!? Congratulations! We’re proud, right mother? Right?” He looked at her with large and excited eyes. The mare smiled lovingly at her son until her eyes were drawn back to Strandwolf as her lips shattered into a gentle smile. ”Of course we are. You are a powerful and handsome stallion Strand, and I’m glad that I’m only yours.” She nudged hi again feeling his lighting and felt at ease again. Even so she felt almost torn again. She would soon be alone, her son being two would soon become three, he would choose his path and step away from her, probably even moving into another herd. She would have her hands full with the unborn foals that she now had noticed were twins. Double trouble.

But these thoughts were soon faded as she listened to Strands words looking at their son with gentle eyes. Her heart fluttered and she looked at Hybrid enduring everything that his father had spoken to him. But soon a light was shown from the lighting Dunalino and his words spoke gently out of his surface. ”I’ve decided! I’m going to be like mother! A Scholar! It’s not that I don’t like battling, but I’m rather curious of the world, and besides, there is always many mare’s there.” He grinned heavily and looked at his mother laughing at the last words. Who would’ve thought that her son would become such a ladies man already? The mare smiled however at her son’s decision until she gazed back at Strandwolf wondering what he was thinking about this? It was only for him to answer that.

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

FIRE II
KAJIKOMORIUTA
A P P R E N T I C E
AMBASSADOR
STRANDWOLF & HYBRID THEORY