Aallotar knew there were added dangers of escaping the Lagoon for the Summer. Though the Falls proved to be a peaceful place, it wasn't barren. Other milled through its landscape frequently. It wasn't long after Aallotar had stepped from the trees that lined the Falls, that she was quickly approached by a burly painted stallion. Aallotar was in no mood to be cohersed anywhere right now. Not with her world in shambles and her heart thoroughly squashed. Normally the small mare was a spitfire, not one to be wrestled with, despite her tiny stature. Tonight though, she was tired. She was worn down, broken, and the way the brute spoke to her was gentle. She supposed he didn't deserve a lashing from her. "Evening." She said, her voice tight. She desperately wanted to mask her subdued feelings from this stranger. Not in an effort to trouble him with her burdens, but a frank effort that she didn't want to dwell on what had been laid before her. "It is a beautiful place. Peaceful." Her response is short and she ignores his prods about her being troubled. He had no idea how troubled she was. Her eyes leave the Falls briefly to settle on his face. "I am Aallotar." She offers simply. She quickly returns her gaze the waters, unsure of what this large stallions intentions may be.
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