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Lifting his hooves with each step he took, Nahawi about dug a trench in the soft Lagoon soil when his ears flicked, hearing movement headed his way. This were darker out in this place than he ever imagined and now once again he was in need of help, but no one would have really guessed he would go back to the stallion that had made him think so hard before. Nahawi knew better than to really call out so loud here, but there was no other choice. He was not about to go and startle Rehoboam by coming up upon him with no prior warning.


Blinking his blue eyes, the stallion set them upon Rehoboam and gave a faint dip of his head before a humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “There is so much that has happened Rehoboam and I don’t know what to do.” Nahawi was at his wits end with his daughter being dropped off one night, Garmr causing chaos everywhere, and so on and so forth. It was to the point now that the red dun was so close to ripping out his own hair and looking like a half drown rat. It would not look good on him, but what else was he supposed to do?


Shaking his head, Nahawi heaved a breath and looked at Rehoboam with a sad glaze coating his eyes. “The stallions have gone silent except for Garmr. A foal was dropped off in my bed and I have no idea where to take her.” Letting those parts escape first, Nahawi lowered his head and rubbed at his front left knee. “I… I don't know what to do Rehoboam. Everything is suddenly going haywire right before the elections.”