Hearing his sister's serious tone, Darius didn't waste time as he immediately went straight to Freya. She was at the stables, tending to her favorite horse as she usually did whenever she was upset. She never changed, it seemed… always running to her horse whenever she was sad or angry, dismissing everyone that came to her as she stayed there alone.
Reaching the stables, Darius let out a sigh as he approached Freya, gently stroking Speedy's mane as he established his presence. That was the name young Freya named the horse when she received it from their father when she turned ten. Speedy was but a pony at that time that their father assigned him to her care.
"Speedy will leave me soon," Freya lamented as she hugged her horse. "In just a few more years… How come a horse's life span isn't that long…"
"He will at least leave us with his lineage," Darius commented. "He has ten babies for you to choose from."
