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he who fears losing has already lost

His ears flicked back when Winter overrode him, giving Panthere an order quite different to his own. Solgar understood why she might not want him telling the girl what to do, much as he disliked it, yet he could not understand why she would make a point of forcing Pan to suffer for it, by ostracizing her to solitude rather than allowing her to play with the others. And what on earth did she mean by "go home"? They were home! The stallion felt a flame of anger lick at his heart, but tried his best to keep his mask of neutrality from slipping. He had called the mare over to sort out their problems, not create more. No matter how difficult she made it, he would be the better horse. The inlet needs an alpha stallion and mare who do not despise one another, Rhaegar's words echoed in his head, and even Solgar could understand the truth in that.

Panthere's departing words dowsed his anger like a wet rag atop an open flame. He stared at the girl's retreating form, looking openly crestfallen. Her mother's words, taught to her? Or her own? Even if the filly was not of his own blood, he would always be her father. Better a bad father than none at all, right? But no, it is not all my fault. Winter shares the blame, even if her head is so far up her backside that she cannot see it. Solgar's dark eyes flicked back to Winter's pale face, and his expression was so stony that it could have put a rock to shame. When his lead mare finally broke the silence, what she said caught him off guard. His scarred bottom lip hung open for a moment in surprise before he collected himself and, flicking his tail over his peppered hindquarters, answered her question as politely as he could muster. "The same dam. Or, we did." He looked away. The memory was still fresh, and pained him to recall.

"I imagine Rhaegar is a breath of fresh air for you lot, after so long under my oppressive reign." He looked at her pointedly. His tone was only partially sarcastic.


12; MUSTANG; BLUE ROAN; 15'3HH; PLAYED BY SHIVA
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