Overture Downs rubicon

He matched her enthusiasm, his ears pinned and tail swinging even faster. The yearling sniffed curiously at her fur, analyzing the scents she brought with her.

Her apology moved him, it was rare to see her this way. 

No, no- don't worry about it. It's okay, I know, He reassures. In his short lifetime, goodbyes were something he rarely ever experienced. They were far from an expectation. Especially in Lilia's case, she made the decision that did him the least harm—he understood. 

The boy had no desire to dig up the past, or reflect on the messiness of it all. The present is all that he focused on.

Wow. It's good to see you again. He marvels.

Then, Mulherin peppers her with questions. How have you been? How's Ancelin?