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he who fears losing has already lost

"The man who fears losing has already lost."
-George R. R. Martin

When finally she answers him, enough time has passed that Solgar has almost forgotten what he had asked. Dark eyes shifting to trail over the distant gold and red shapes of his heavily-pregnant women, then beyond to examine the hazy lavender silhouette of the mountains, he twists his lips and considers her words. They offer no explanation, no suggestion of a desire to continue on the topic. Solgar has never been a great fan of chit-chat anyhow; his curiosity has been sated, and so he pries no more.

"As you can see, it's shrunk considerably since you were last here," he says suddenly and off-handedly, nodding towards Winter and Neassa. "I guess they all got sick of me. But not for long. Soon I'll have more on my plate than I know what to deal with." He lowers his head, sighing, and stares at the slush gathered in a grey soup around his right front hoof. His left hoof, as usual, remains perched just a hair above the ground. He doesn't need to specify what he means; it's more than obvious, surely. It may simply be because she is as distant emotionally as he is, but for some strange reason Solgar feels he can open up to the mare. It's this realization that prompts his next question.

"Will you stay this time?" He cranes his head, ears flopping lazily to the side, to eye her with a stern and yet expectant expression. He asks partly because he can think of no other reason why she would have returned - conversation was certainly out of the equation - but also because, well, he wants her to. Her presence is one of the few he can stand. He could make up some bullshit excuse about how 'the herd needs more eyes', but he knows that wouldn't fly. He could even force her to stay; it's well within his rights, after all. But he doesn't want to do that either.

So he waits, and hopes.

S O L G A R
11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; inlet; shiva


could we possibly tie this up with your response? the mares have given birth and i hate writing in the past, lol

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