fearghas

Fearghas is content to rest his attention on the older male, and offers a mild grin in response to his greeting. For the life of him, the spotted colt cannot contemplate why the islands themselves might need the assistance of a relatively untried young colt, but he would gladly hear him out. Any delay that allowed him a brief moment of reprieve from Cullen would be welcome... and if he were being honest, it would allow him to delay Ally's departure just one moment longer.

"Aye?" Fearghas offers agreeably as he settles in. It is less of a question and more of a general indication of curiosity that lapses into silence as the roan stallion gathers his thoughts. His opener had left the spotted colt with plenty of questions and not many answers. What did this old man possibly think he could do for the islands? He had no accolades to his name nor accomplishments he could boast of. In the grand scheme of things, he was no more than a lowly peon... but that didn't mean that he enjoyed being called as much by this perfect stranger.

In truth, it is only the disgust written across Rade's face that still's the indignant retort that forms on Fearghas' tongue. Silently, he nods in response to his question of membership, his dark tail flicking in frustration. At his second question, the dark colt's eyes narrow appraisingly before he finally speaks. "I needed to broker a deal to have a friend of my released from the Lagoon," he says evenly, not bothering to keep it secret. He had already spilled his plans and purpose to the Peak leaders, so he imagined there was not much purpose in trying to hide it. "I claimed a mare a year ago and took exception to the way she was treated when I allowed her ter leave."

Fearghas is careful to watch his words, right up until Rade stops hiding his true estimation of the golden boss. The shock of it elicits a sharp chuckle from the young stallion and a slow-burning grin begins to spread across his lips. "Ye ken the truth of him then. He's a bloody waste of space, but wishin' him away hasnae worked so well so far, Rade." With a smile that was tentatively genuine, he bobs his head in greeting finally. "A pleasure to meet someone so likeminded. I'm Fearghas."

As the sleek woman joins them, he inclines his head to her as well with a murmured greeting, "Ma'am."

She stays quiet, and as such his attention is quick to return to the bold captive and his words. In all of his months of living in the empty Lagoon, this is the closest Fearghas has ever come to finding a friend, and while he knows that he should be more cautious, there is some relief to be found in simply finding someone with whom you share opinions. "Aye, Cullen's a gobshite alright, but I don't believe there's many owt fer his job. Did ye have yer eyes set on it, then?"

It is an interesting thing to consider. Even though he knows next to nothing of the bright gold stranger before him, Fearghas doubts that they could do much worse than Cullen. After all, it didn't take a gentleman to be able to treat your brethren with a speck of decency and yet Cullen seemed to struggle with it.

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