But these red waters had also been where he had found the golden chains he had given to Rexanna. Perhaps it was dragon’s gold, from the very dragon whose blood made the waters red. Perhaps not. Regardless, the gift he had received in kind, a lion’s claw at his chest, was heavy and cold against the black hide there. Once, before, he had thought to shed the trinket, but Anzanie had stopped him.
So he stood, silently brooding at the water’s morbidly scarlet edge—though he was not left long in his dour mood as suddenly something is coming out of the Falls? His eyes narrow, peering through the vividly red waters to see what was emerging. He could make out proud horns, long white tresses, a grey body; assuredly equid.
“Katerina?!” The surpsied, concerned exclamation was out of his lips, his legs moving the moment recognition dawned. His ivory hooves scraped along the rubied bottom, water lapping at his knees as he splashed towards her. His muzzle dropped to her fallen body, cold dread and hot demons beginning to fill his chest and mind as he saw the ash on her skin. His lips urgently nudged her cheek and throat, “Kat, are you alright?”
@Katerina