The last time Braoin had walked this particular stretch of coast he was a very different stallion. Young, lost and plenty stupid. Well, that was one relationship and two foals ago. It really hadn't been that long ago, but so much has happened since.
He had raised his beautiful daughter Acantha alone, and she had grown up just like her dad. She had a wandering spirit too, and as soon as she was old enough started off on her own adventure. Every month she would send word with a hawk she had befriended, keeping him up to date on her shenanigans.
Braoin picked his pace up to a trot, thoroughly enjoying the awesome weather. The sun just felt so good! He found himself smiling and tossing his head up as the breeze picked up, daring to take his mane with it. As he looked up, he saw something in the sky. Squinting, he could barley make out the familiar shape. "Is that?..."
