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Mud. Smelly stinking mud, clung to his belly and hung off of the ends of his mane. Branches and leaves stuck from his knotted mane adding to the deseveled look of the young Lagoonie. He has spent weeks inside of the Lagoon, learning as much as he could from his brothers. How to spar, the right ways to move one's body to escape an attack, and the importance of studying your opponent. These were all useful skills... BUT the other ideals were not so easily swallowed like women were to be kept and traded. This, of course, did not sit well with the young stallion. Fadir had never spoke like that, no, he had always treated everyone in their family with respect and love.

Glacial blue eyes glance up toward the brooding heavens, he notes the dark clouds - heavy with the promise of rain. The mud squishes beneath his hooves as he hurridly trots beneath the scraggly branches. He had no idea where he is going but he feels the need to escape his brothers. Even if it is only for a moment.

He slows to a halt at the edge of the forest where it opens up into a vast meadow. The land before him has only a few horses dotted across it. Perfect, he thinks to himself. It would seem that the promise of a storm has chased away most of the frequent vistors. A sigh leaves his nostrils with a whoosh, he then lowers his head to the tender grasses and begins to crop the tops off of them. Movement further down the treeline draws his gaze, he continues to thoughtfully chew as a lone girl steps from the safety of the forest. Who was that? Was she alone just as he is? Or had she come to meet another? The myriad of questions flood into his mind as she cautiously steps from the shadows and into the clearing.

Another moment passes before another appears, this one is familiar to Síhtríc. He had not been in the Lagoon long but he could recognize a familiar face. Nahawi. Síhtríc, of course heard the rumors floating around the Lagoon. And yet the young stallion wanted to form his own thoughts. The young spotted stallion leaves the shadows and moves closer to the pair. His ears flick atop his crown as he begins to understand Nahawi's intentions with the curly haired girl.

"Nahawi" he says with a nod, not sure if the former boss recognized him. "It looks like rain," he muses aloud "I know the perfect place that could keep us both dry." he offers with a lopsided grin. How could he turn down the opportunity to cuddle up next to her beneath the protective branches of an old oak tree.