Considering how Savina's blood traveled into tons of azrein, there's a high chance that your's is part of her family in a way, so you can roleplay in here too. l
Two years, and the stallion never forgiven himself. If it was not of his kind, she would not have been dead. The warrior stood, while the maiden fell into the hands of death. If only he were there. If only. No. Things would not be the same, and they never were. Savina was dead, and there was nothing that he could do to change that.
How long was it since he seen his family? He neglected his foals since the departure of the purple mare, and now he regretted that. How was his last batch of foals doing? Wait. They were now adults, and they probably started families of their own now.
Flighty snorted at the thought of being a grandfather. His children never presented their offspring to him, so how was he to know who was blood, and who was just out of the tie in general? Trotting up north, the stallion left the south to head up to where he met Savina - his dear love - up in the patch of purple flowers, near the eggplant patch that she was born in.
Fleeing the south was easier than before, since the Six were less concerned with the north now that Valdien too was one of the Fallen. So he left, determined to reach the place where he actually felt like himself.
