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In truth, Fearghas knew he shouldn't leave the Lagoon. Even though things were beginning to look dire at home, he hadn't entirely given up hope yet. Each day that passed left him watching in the direction of the Peak, hoping that those that had been undecided would make up their minds and decide to vote for him. It was beginning to look less and less likely, especially as the pressure within the Lagoon intensified.

It was infuriating to watch Cullen turn on the charm. To see him pretend as though he gave half a shit about the Lagoon's men, fawning over them and coddling them. Fearghas couldn't understand how in the world his brothers couldn't see through the golden stallion. They were too sidetracked by his own youth, citing that age alone was reason enough to do nothing. And Fearghas would have accepted this as the answer, and would have gladly stepped down as a candidate if only someone else would have stepped up.

And yet no one else did.

With defeat looming over his head, he had done his best to not look too hard at the future. Each time he did, it looked worse. Without the Lagoon and without Ally, who was he? He had no goals or desires beyond the brotherhood he had hoped to develop in the Lagoon. Without them, the most obvious answer was to go back to Ally. But if Fearghas knew anything about Cullen, it was that he would not let this challenge to his authority go lightly. The size of the target on his back was certainly large enough to eclipse the moon at this point. If he were to go to Ally, surely he would be putting her into further danger, which was the very last thing he wanted to do.

Aimlessly the spotted stallion wandered across the crossing aisle, his steps fluid despite his distraction. He breaks from his thoughts only when the scent of Faolain catches him unaware and an eager hope fluttered to life in his chest. It was not that he was over-eager to see the mare that he barely knew, but if anyone would be able to set his worries about Ally at ease, it was her. As much as it would be self-punishment to ask about the mare he loved and could not see, he had to know that she was okay.

He nickers toward the dark mare and her new friend and trots over, a nervous grin settling on his lips. He slows and offers a jaunty nod in Faolain's direction first. "'Ello Faolain," and then turns back to the other mare with a grin. He is too distracted by the question that bubbles on his lips to pay heed to the poor mare's distress or condition. His eyes do not linger long on her, not wanting to give Faolain the impression that he would try to interrupt as he had last time. "Ma'am."

"I dinna mean to keep the two of ye long," he hastens to reassure them that he doesn't intend to block Faolain's claim. "I was jus' wondering how Ally was doin in the Ridge with you?" Awkwardly he ducks his head, dropping his gaze to the ground and shuffling slightly. The last time he'd spoken to Faolain he hadn't been exactly cordial and she would be within her rights to send him away. "We didn't really get a chance ter say goodbye, and I dinna want ter complicate things fer her but I worry, ye ken?"

Eagerly his gaze flicks back to Faolain, hungry for her words. It had hurt to not be able to say goodbye to Ally, but he had done his best to accept it. Obviously, she'd still been upset by their last conversation and while it had been painful to accept her quick departure, a part of him thought that maybe it was better this way to have a clean break. He would allow himself this one quick question as to her well being, and then he would be on his way as well.

OOC: Fearghas is just popping in to find out that Ally isn't actually in the Ridge v.v

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