Chaste lowered her head, eyes closed as she tried to ignore the flaxen colt pouncing and jumping in a circle around her, his green eyes determined. She’d been up all night trying to get him to sleep, and she was beyond tired this morning, “C’mon mom!” The colt said, and Chaste opened one eye to see him looking at her, his eyes head lowered to he was looking into her eyes, “You promised! You did!” How could she have possibly been so stupid? She sighed, gritting her teeth, knowing that Ciro was right. She had, though she didn’t know what on earth she was thinking. She’d told Ciro last night that if he went to bed she’d take him to Zhoia Falls, which was the worst idea in history. Of course after that her son had quieted down, and eventually fallen asleep, allowing her some much needed to rest. Of course, just as she felt like she’d managed to fall asleep, her son was awake and bouncing around her, “Let’s go, let’s go.” He demanded, half begging. Chaste sighed as she finally stood up, yawning softly, “Alright, alright, let’s go dear.” She finally conceded. Ciro grinned, as he trotted to his mother’s side, nuzzling her happily, before she rolled her eyes and gently pushing him off and heading towards Sei River Valley.

Ciro eventually began to run ahead, following the sounds of the roar of water to the Zhoia Falls. Chaste picked up to a canter, keeping up with her adventurous son as the neared the falls. She grabbed Ciro by his tail as he entered the water, dragging him back to the grass near by and laying down. “Now, Ciro. I don’t want you going in to deep. Just play in the shallows where I can see you, do you hear me?” She’d heard the rumors of a monster deep in the water, and she didn’t want her son to end up in the stomach of such a creature. She watched as Ciro rolled his eyes, before heading straight to the water. Sighing, Chaste kept her eyes on her son, her chestnut hide gleaming in the afternoon sun, her green eyes hesitant and worrying. It was moments like this were she wished Ignazio would take the boy places, while Ciro listened to her on most accounts, Ignazio could keep up with Ciro better, especially considering he was the fool-hearted idiot who introduced their son into jumping from waterfalls.

Ciro grinned as he jumped and splashed in shallows, very cautiously making his way to around the lake so he’d be able to get up and start jumping from the top of the falls, his favorite past time, not that his mother would be happy if he did such a thing, but it was fun. Father had taught him how to do so, and it wasn’t that bad right. He grinned at the thought of his strong, and powerful father who was quickly teaching his young colt to follow in his path, including his old womanizer games. Sure, Ignazio was still a bit of a womanizer, but with Ciro and Chaste, he seemed to at least be ready to be a real father and lead to him and his mother. While Ciro still couldn’t understand why his mother wasn’t at his father’s side (she being a mistress, not a queen), he had to admit that his family was a good one, one he was proud of, though he still wish they’d let him have fun and play – which was why he’d decided to go out and have real fun the moment he saw the falls, and remembered the stories.

A monster, living in the deep, ha! He didn’t believe in myths. And he’d prove they were false too. He slowly snuck to the top staring over the fall into the deep, dark lake below before he nearly fell when he heard a scream, “CIRO! GET DOWN!” Ciro sighed, annoyed as his mother once again stopped him from having fun before he finally climbed down and went to her side with his best ‘it wasn’t me, I was just playing’ expression. “Don’t look at me like that. You can sit here until you decide a different idea of playing while we’re here. An idea that I’ll approve of.” Ciro groaned as he laid down, muttering about how it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t play like he wanted to, ears laid back, buried in his white mane.

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