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fearghas

Life in the Lagoon was certainly not what he had thought it would be.

When he imagined being a part of the bachelor herd, he had assumed it would be a life of adventure and risk and reward, but really all it really was beneath the skin was boredom. The Lagoon was empty of any form of company, and even the one person he had brought with him had grown distant. He had guessed it had something to do with the Fall season, considering how crazy some of the other stallions acted, but he missed her all the same.

She wasn't always impressed by him, that was true, but he chalked that up to the fact that she wasn't a super tomboy like he was. In truth, the more disillusioned he became with the Lagoon, the more he wanted to just go somewhere else and start over. He wasn't entirely sure he was ready for a herd of his own, but he didn't like the way the few other stallions in the Lagoon looked at Ally or talked about the mares. It made him uncomfortable, and like he needed to defend her.

He did notice when she left, and a part of him warred against going after her.

Fearghas wasn't sure if she was even allowed to leave considering he had claimed her so many months ago, but he wasn't going to stop her if she wanted to leave him behind, even if it left a sick hollow in his stomach. He stayed behind long enough to make sure that she wasn't followed before he trailed after her, his countenance dour as he stepped along. Winter had come to the islands and drenched the world in the sort of ashen gray that no one really enjoyed looking at. The mucky slush underfoot reminded him of the first time he'd seen her, and the way he'd accidentally splashed her with mud.

When at last he did see her, settled once more in the Commons, he halted abruptly a fair distance away to stare forlornly as she was approached by another. The dark mare was soaking wet, as though she'd just come from a swim, and yet she wasted no time in marching up to his silver grey friend and he bristled at the confident way she greeted Ally. He drifted closer, truly not wanting to disrupt Ally's escape attempt, but he also did not want her to fall into the clutches of someone nefarious either. And a mare claiming a mare was always a cause for suspicion, or so he'd been taught.

At the black mare's commentary he couldn't hold back, and even though he stutter-stepped in his conflicting desires, but eventually approaches. His dark eyes linger longingly on Ally until she looks back at him, or he gets close enough that conversation is unavoidable, at which case he fixates his gaze defensively on the black mare. He is tense as he stands at the point of their triangle, and his tone is not particularly friendly as he answers.

"Even if she is not, I am, and you won't be taking her anywhere she doesna want ta go." He switches his long dark tail once as if to emphasize his point through the thick accent he offers. The black mare had not made any movements to imply that she would try to force Ally somewhere, but you could never be too safe. It is only then that he turns back to Ally, his gaze at her feet and his posture visibly dampening. "I'm sorry you don't like it in the Lagoon, Ally. But I'll protect ye until you find yer new home."

He sucks in a sigh as he inclines his head and turns back to Faolain, wanting to make sure that she understood that he was not to be trifled with before he left the girls to their own devices.

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