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fearghas

Somewhere back home, his parents were probably grimacing on behalf of the bright young colt, but he hardly cared. There was something exhilarating about being on his own, working on behalf of a community of stallions toward a common goal. Already he felt like he was closer on a path to something great, even if he was not yet entirely sure what this greatness would entail.

The boy beams at Ally as she agrees to let him nickname her, the supposed almost-insult rolling past him like water off a duck's back. If forced, Fearghas could certainly mangle her name every time he tried to walk through it, but a nickname was both easier and far more fun. You only nicknamed those that you intended to keep around for the long term, at least in his opinion.

Fearghas may have approached her to benefit the Lagoon stallions as a whole, but he was not the type to leave her on her own once they arrived in his humid home. She was his charge to protect, even if wasn't necessarily the most skilled at protecting himself, let anyone else. Excitedly he tossed his head, the words tumbling from his mouth eagerly.

"That's grand, Ally! I know ye'll like it there." At her tease he laughs, and a forehoof lifts to tap at the ground. "And I promise not ter spray ye again, but mebbe just ter be sure, we should walk side by side."

Playfully the boy winks at her and shifts a few steps toward the Lagoon, ready to lead her back home.

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