Corr isn’t safe. He never was. And I can’t help but wonder if their bond wouldn’t decay as Sean grew older. The magic and rituals are still at his fingertips, but his hands aren’t as deft as they used to be, and he gets tired.
Would Corr lose respect for Sean, when he couldn’t drown out the sea’s songs as totally as he used to?
What about after the months, maybe even years of work to heal Corr’s leg, when he’s finally able to be ridden again. Of course he can’t run like he used to, but neither can Sean. Would Corr realize this isn’t the same boy anymore? Not the one with hands full of magic, who never let a capall get away with anything. But an old man, who knows what to do, but can’t do it quite the same.
Would Corr know? Would Corr care?
Not a racehorse, or a riding pony, a capall uisce. Would he stay? Would he dive into the sea, taking Sean with him?