Few things in the world had the power to pull Ailill into a state of anger. Idelle’s words seemed to have that power. Even so, the young stallion was able to remain mostly calm. Golden head tossed and crystal eyes flashed with angry fire at her description of the Lagoon. The shifting of time had done much change the man’s opinions on stealing and raiding of other herds. He never would have taken a mare truly against her will, but he was not above stealing those who wished to leave. The disregard of mares and their truly beauty was infuriating to him. The fear the Lagoon seemed to strike into others spurred rage within him. His mind raced far ahead of himself, racing his desire to right a wrong. A hoof stomped into the ground accompanied by snort of frustration.

Pinned ears perked back up as she continued to speak and he smiled again. The anger dissipated to nothing. He reached out his nose to her, breathing in her soft scent and breathing out a breath to comfort and assure her. You and your foal will be safe and protected here. I promise. If what you say is true, I will defend you from the stallions of the Lagoon. Happiness perked him up even more, his previous rage seeming to become non-existent to his character. Please, allow me to show you around! There are many things here that can be startling if you meet them on your own. The stony faces that often peered from the cliff walls had come to bring him a sense of comfort during the times he was alone. But to a stranger, who did not sense the powers behind them, they could be terrifying.