fearghas

There is a difference to how it feels to walk into the Lagoon versus how it feels to walk into the Peak. Even though these high mountain peaks make him feel small and insignificant, there's a sense of decorum and innate respect here that seems ground into the dirt beneath his hooves. It's different from the Lagoon. At it's best, Fearghas imagines that the swampy territory would resemble more of an ant hive with each equine going about their own business, each working for the betterment of the entire group.

As much as he would like for his herdmates to be the type of equines that deserve respect in the way that the Peak mares did, he cannot imagine Cullen or Varanduil as the sort to engender anything other than a creepy-crawly feeling of dislike. But he would like to think that the rest of them had decency in their hearts, and that there was hope yet for the Lagoon.

He tracks Bozena's approach with a grin, and inclines his head as she settles before him. As before, the black mare outside him by a good number of inches, and he wondered what it might be like to face such a formidable foe in battle. Perhaps someday he might ask her to face him for practice, once this whole mess was behind them.

"'Ello Bozena," he offers respectfully, his head bobbing again. Unsurprisingly, she brings up Ally and his face softens. Fearghas has yet to learn of Cullen's betrayal, and of the danger his beloved now faces. As far as he knows, Ally is safely away to the Ridge. "She made it owt, thanks ter you." His muzzle stretches toward her by a few inches in a small gesture of supplication.

"I cannot thank ye enough, truly," he offers genuinely. Clearing his throat, he raises his gaze back to hers, hoping that what he was about to ask now would not break the tenuous bonds of their budding friendship. "I understand I have no business ter ask this of ye, but I dinna think I can do this alone."

He swallows hard before just launching into it, thinking that it was a bit like ripping off a band-aid. The longer he hemmed and hawed about it, the worse it would be. "I am running against Cullen for the Lagoon. I dinna have much of a chance, I'm sure he'll pull owt all the stops ter win, but I thought maybe some of the men ye have here might be persuaded ter vote fer me."

Fearghas does not know of the dislike Bozena shares for Cullen, although he has a fair idea, having heard wind of the terms of the bachelor's captivity so many months ago. "Things need ter change Bozena, and I canna do it alone." Sincerity gleams from the young stallion and he speaks earnestly. He does not yet know if he has anything that he can offer to Bozena in exchange for their freedom, or even if she will support his claim to the Lagoon's throne. He can only hope that she too will recognize how desperately they need something new. "Is there anything I can say or do ter convince ye to help?"

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