Solira: The Ocean: ...won't ever bring me down; [Kratos]

Wish upon a shooting star;
For dreams and things that never are.

Courage is exhausted. Physically and mentally, her limits have been reached. She has just healed her son of his battle wounds from his first march back from Blitzkrieg, where he successfully freed a Soliran prisoner from Andarin. Her pride in him is unmatched, as would any mother who had watched her son perform such a daunting task so perfectly. But even in her tired state, the golden mare shines like a beautiful beacon of light for Solira to follow. Zeke comes closer, weaving in and out of Courage’s legs as he keeps his eyes on the seer’s lover. He won’t hurt you, Zeke. Actually, I take that back. He might hurt you and then some if you’re not careful. Courage’s voice teases him to come closer to the rainbow horse. Finally, the cub reaches out a paw to the other horse, tapping her gently on the leg or whatever was closest to him. He sniffs him. Well, duh, she’s the reason I came to you. ”His name’s Zeke,” Courage said, ignoring the cub’s words. Zeke chooses this moment to begin purring and settle himself in the nearby nest area he’d set up for himself beside a pond. And at this moment Courage turns to Kratos, listening to what he had to say .

”The desert, then,” she said with a small, weak smile. And that is when the familiar figure of Connor came out from behind the two. Zeke playfully watched the red horse as his blue eyes flicker flames inside of their depths. His wounds are recently healed, and he walks with confidence as he comes closer to his parents. He doesn’t need to say he’s coming from Blitzkrieg, and he certainly doesn’t have to say that he won his first battle and brought home someone from Andarin with him (a Solira captive at that). It’s not written across his features, nor in his stride. He is not a prideful thing as some warriors are. ”There you two are.” The growing red horse stands alongside his parents; the small yellow and large sable. He is a pure mixture of them. Courage’s pride is a beautiful thing, since her son is one of the most important things in her life. It’s because of him, because of Kratos and Huyana and Marshall that she is working so hard to keep Solira afloat. She has found her purpose, and some day so will her student. An affectionate nose goes to the younger’s darker hide as something in the ocean calls her to attention. She can feel her mother, still, in the ocean’s waves. ”I was wondering when you’d be getting back.” The red’s muzzle goes to his mother in a manner that only a son could do. And then he bumps playfully against his father’s shoulder, as he had always done. He truly is his father’s son. ”What’s up with ‘grandpa’? He’s a acting a little strange; well, stranger than usual.” And his statement reaffirms that paternity test, not that there was ever any doubt.

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