The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

a companion shortens the road

fearghas

It is only as he stands expectantly, waiting anxiously on Faolain's reply, that he takes in the bedraggled appearance of her new companion and his worried smile turns anxious. He hadn't meant to cause her harm or concern, nor had he realized that he would be interrupting something intimate. Again his dark face dips apologetically to the mare at her greeting, before his gaze snaps unerringly back to Faolain.

In truth, his mind stops working for a moment after she says that Ally is not in the Ridge. He had been so certain that she would go there. So entirely convinced that she would retreat to the protection the dark mare had graciously offered that he was baffled to learn that this was not the truth. If not to Faolain, where had she gone?

Panic clouds his dark eyes and he stares blankly at Faolain as she attempts to reassure him that she would continue to fight for Ally's safety. "I-" he begins woodenly, not even entirely sure what he wants to say. How could he ask for more from this mare that had already put herself on the line for them. But how could he refuse her help? "I'm sorry lass. I really thought when Cullen said he'd freed her that she'd go ter you." He clears his throat awkwardly and his gaze flicks to the floor for a long moment while she explains the situation to the storm-tossed mare.

"I dinna know how to thank ye Faolain. Ye've already done plenty fer me. I don't ken where else she might've gone but if ye hear from her, I'd appreciate if ye made sure she was safe. I was so certain..." His voice trails off for a moment with a frown before he shakes himself and nods to the pair of them. "Either way, I dinna think it'll be safe fer you near the Lagoon at the moment, but I'll try to find ye after the election's done."

Bobbing his head toward them one last time, he steps back as if to leave before raising his gaze back to Faolain again. "Thank ye, truly."

And with that, he takes his leave to continue ruminating on the troubling new development.
stallion . 3 years . 15.2 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit




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