[open] where the wind’s like a whetted knife

[Aodhan]

Aodhán

The white and gold stallion looks from one to the other, understanding that things have been decided then. ”I’ll show you two around, I’m sure we’ll run into @[Noah] at some point. Or maybe Norma first.” He gives the impression that to him it doesn’t matter who they encounter, although perhaps if he had the choice he would avoid finding Noah directly because it would lead to a political discussion between the two grown mares, which he had less care for. Once, he may have been interested in participating that much, but things had changed a lot within the Pampas, and within himself. He’d thought himself grown at the age of two. How wrong had he been.

Nevertheless, he knows a few good places. One of the hills near the little river in the south - creek is perhaps a better word, this season - is slightly higher than the others, and so that is the direction he points them to. Straight through a field of tall grass and various beautiful flowers that wouldn’t have been here had it not been for a little magic.

from the ashes a fire shall be woken

@[Oceane] @[Alija] sorry for the delay