The sure cure to the dark thoughts and abysmal memories of his beloved brother was indeed the precious time he was able to treasure with his daughter, and his mate. The gloriously roan mistress elegantly arrived at the scene, and undeniable happiness swelled within the muscular chest of the honourable brute. The hue of his irises frolicked playfully between the same tone of his daughter’s electric blue, and the loving, passionate indigo of his lover’s silken hide. Willowy flutes caught her tones, and he impishly confirmed her words, playfully splashing with his sky-blue daughter, unable to hold in another chuckle as the young cherubic belle earned a chastising scrutiny from her dam.

The closer the slender femme got to Azzuen, the more calmness seemed to wash over him in rhythmic tidal waves. She was his cure; there was no doubt to it. Her wise and beautiful countenance, the way in which she delicately and purposefully carried herself, her uncanny ability to just always know what to say or do to make him feel better – this was why he loved her, this and all the other reasons he had discovered previously. Charred maw ran along her own, and he slung his chin over her arched nape and gave her a small embrace, simply unable to resist the urge to show his affection for her. Her query was structured well enough that the sky-hued belle frolicking in the shallows would not know the deeper currents that ran with it, but of course Azzuen knew and understood the entirety of what his mate was asking.

“I have been well, keeper of my heart. Time heals all wounds, among other things.” Roguish and cheeky the stallion nipped at the indigo mare’s slender flanks, more than ready to gambol around with her at the Secret Grove if she so desired, or gallop along the shoreline of the Endless Blue. Even a flight over the Thistle Meadow would do well for them, he thought. From his nip the warrior then pulled away from the maiden, trotting with his knees coming high up around his chin, the splashes getting all the larger around him, around both femmes that had stolen his heart forevermore. Cirrus gave an excitedly shrill whinny, bounding towards her father, her wings spread as her slight frame leapt, spraying the water far around them all.

Deep, resonating laughter rumbled from the stallion as he allowed himself to be knocked down by the flicka, water washing over his enormous wings, crown, flanks, shoulders; everything. Cirrus, apparently surprised that she had managed to get her father, the mighty warrior in her eyes, down to the depths of the water, trotted briskly to her mother’s side, almost worried that she might have hurt him. Azzuen rose easily, rocking to his knees, and then jutting his forelegs out to complete the standing motion. With wet wings and a broad, mischievous grin, he gave some large flaps, drying the water-proofed feathers off and cooling the company down at the same time.