it is strangely nice to have such a conversation with the quiet dun. one where she could be the more relaxed and at ease version of herself despite the altercation just a short time ago. some mares, especially some of the ones here, were always uncomfortable around stallions and for good reason, but the great black mare Božena had never felt the same type of fear or discomfort. that was largely due to her size, and temper, but too she had never been desired in the way other mares were. not that she realized at any rate. fiero made a pleasant enough talking partner and so she did not hurry to get the encounter over with. a certain loneliness had sunk into her bones lately and any non-confrontational chatter felt soothing.

the large dark eyes settled into her brow catch the shiver that runs over him as they discuss the brotherhood of the Lagoon. Was it from longing? Fear? Displeasure at Cullen’s misuse of power? Just the thought of him is enough for the massive mare to stomp one of her huge black hooves against the rock carelessly… but the anger passes quickly as it comes and her attention focuses back to Fiero as he turns to speak. a soft chuckle escapes her lips as he mentions leaving at his own will, perhaps forgetting his captivity, but that humors is also quickly forgotten as he continues. the wisdom of his words speaks to her soul and she is pleased. this, this, is why she had fought as she had to separate such potential from cullen. why should this bratr who, so far, seemed to be lead by reason instead of madness, be lumped in with the fowl tyrant? she did not believe he, or any other of the bratry should… and that is why she fought to keep them.

she nods as he speaks of the violence that has transgressed, interjecting quietly, ”i would prefer that also. my body is strong, but my soul is tired of this war.”. he continues, explaining himself with an openness she hadn’t expected. her heart flutters with sudden worry for the mare and son he speaks of. perhaps something she could help with? but would it be wise to tangle them up in the scuffle? frustration haunts her. she nods, thinking that she too had heard of a time when the lagoon was not so bad. if only she could succeed in bringing such a time about again. cullen must be removed.

his eyes glint in the sun, liquid amber, and she sees hope laid bare on his face for a better future. his question is simple but the answer is complicated. stand with me. stand against cullen. help me build something. she can only answer his questions with another. ”would you rise against him, bratr? if i could protect your family, would you help me change the fate of this isle? Cullen’s reign must end. i would ask it of anyone who shared the hope of a brighter future and i would stand beside them at all costs.”