Common

fearghas

Is it his duty to wander the isles for more souls to fill up the Lagoon? Probably not. But then again, did he really have any such duty?

No one had really given him clear instructions on how he was supposed to conduct himself as a newly minted resident of the Lagoon, but he had figured out the basics. Get stronger. Plot to return the stallions from the Peak. And capture trinkets.

Not because he necessarily thought that he wanted a mare of his own quite yet. They looked beautiful and pretty and all, but his desire to mount one had not yet manifested itself. This fall might yet be another story, but for now they were just extra pretty companions that could be traded for power and glory, or so he'd heard. His own father had been far too soft to ever trade a mare, but he'd heard plenty of stories of back when his dad was younger and had traded off a troublesome aunt or two. That was how his mother had joined the herd initially. Of course, things had gotten a little rocky after that Fearghas assumed, but his mother hadn't imparted those details to him.

All he knew was that he was born less than a year after his mother joined the herd, and his mother hated the sight of his father.

The bright eyed and bushy tailed stallion cantered across the open stretches of the Commons with wild abandon; he hadn't lived in the Lagoon for long but he already missed the long open stretches of empty ground in which to stretch his legs. His dark eyes danced over the various couples and thruples with little interest, well aware that he lacked the charm in which to entice a girl away from a more experienced claimer.

A mostly concealed flash of a dark tail caught his eye and the lanky almost-adult skidded to a stop; his hooves sent up clumps of refrozen ice and snow, leaving trailing divots behind in his wake. With a cheery call, the bachelor signaled her of his intentions and trotted over with a bounce in his stride. As he closed the remaining distance, a number of options laid themselves out to him. He'd seen and heard of stallions snaking mares away from the Commons and it seemed like a sure way to win a mare, so to speak, but he also had a sneaking suspicion that the girl might not like it.

And while he understood that she might resent the Lagoon for it's sticky heat and overwhelming testosterone, he didn't want her to hate him. He opts to mimic his gentler father first, and a grin twists it's way onto the boy's dark lips as he speaks, the words thick with his accent.

"'Ello!" With a broadening of his smile, the young male settles before her. "I've come to take ye to the Lagoon wit me, lass. What's yer name?"

Both ears prick towards her as he waits eagerly for her reply, blissfully unaware of the multitude of reasons he'd given the girl to react less than favorably to his approach.

stallion . 2 years . 15.2 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit