It seemed that the stallion was bewitched by the mare, her enthusiasm for his fiery ways were not attempted to be slowed or burnt out, but rather to be encouraged and grow faster. There was a tension upon his loins, one which he intended to release – but not here, not now. But there was a promise behind both his and her eyes, one that they each knew would surely be paid for at the Grove; at least, that was what Madyrn thought. He was thrilled to have found a sort of kindred spirit in the mare, a fire who only wanted to burn their energy out in the most vibrant and exciting ways possible – he was the fire and she, the fire’s light – yes he very much was coming to like this pale maiden, whose accent intrigued him more. Aside from his sisters, she was probably the only mare alive to maintain his attention for this long.

Maskan was happy, for the simple happiness that radiated from his brother (though ‘simple’ might be an understatement) caused great amusement for him. He enjoyed this mare’s company, for though she danced like fire’s light, and indeed held many properties of fire within her; energetic, enthusiastic, exuberant, she was not without her wits, and spoke of things they were all to familiar of. As she described her homeland, both steeds had to wonder if she had come from lands similar to their birthlands, but perhaps hers only provided roosts for the winged equines? The Path of the Moon only ever saw the hornless ground-dwellers enter its gates, and it was not initially by choice that their family had fled the beautiful, moonlit realm.

“The Path of the Moon birthed us.”
“There was only moonlight there.”
“The Sun did not rise.”
“Ever.”
“It was beautiful.”
“We were Protectors of the Forest of the Eclipse.”
“The dance describes the moonlight,”
“the way she inspires us,”
“and motivates us to never let go.”

In the end, they both spoke the last three words, though exactly what they were never letting go of was a mystery. Life? Their family? Maybe they even had hopes of returning to the Path. Maybe, just maybe, they never could truly let go of the Path as it was so much a part of them, to let it go, their vital flames would surely be extinguished.
“It is why our sister feels pulled to the Deep Forest so often.” Maskan added, both their sisters had risen to positions of power in the Forest of the Eclipse, both had aided it in surviving and functioning as a prosperous herd. Both had been infected with the urge to wander, however. It took many years, apparently, for them all to settle, permanently.