Falls

fearghas

How different this moment is when compared to the time he has spent with his Lagoon brothers. Even when the conversation was light, there had always been an undercurrent of distrust and dislike. As much as Fearghas wanted to ignore it, it remained there. And as the days passed with no indication of support from Peak captives or current Lagoonies, Fearghas had come to understand his days were numbered.

If he lost the election, which was a probability that grew exponentially day by day, he would need to leave immediately. There had been a place on Luthien he'd heard of in passing. A place that had only been recently claimed by a stallion as young as himself. A stallion that might be persuaded to allow a hopeless stranger to settle there for protection. It was a longshot, but then again, so were most of the things that Fearghas did.

He is saved from such dour musings by the black stallion and he listens intently before shaking his head in quiet disagreement. If the lady still mattered to him, then she was still important. Still, he does not audibly contradict him. If Gael wanted to keep her name to himself, Fearghas wouldn't demand it. From the way he spoke of her, she was likely no longer reachable.

As he mentions the Peak, Fearghas's ears perk and a half smile crosses his lips. "Y'know, my father used to tell me the lot were a bunch of harpies... but I think mebbe he was just jealous they saw through him."

His thoughts ghosted over his own mother, and the behaviors that had seemed so strange to him as a child that had slowly gained context as he got older. Despite the hero status Fearghas had given his father as a foal, it was painfully obvious in retrospect that his sire was little more than a rapist and a villain himself. Such a disconnect had been hard to take, and in truth, had provided much of the fodder in his current cursade to be better in any way that he could. "If one o'them fierce lasses choose you, it's an accomplishment I reckon."


He lets silence wash over them for a moment before he speaks again. "I'd invite ye back ter the Lagoon with me, but if'n I'm being real honest, Gael, it's not looking good." A grimace sparks over his lips, and while he knows that he is handicapping himself by offering the truth to this stranger, he cannot lie. He could use Gael's support in the Lagoon. But, it would mean forcing the dark stallion to ally himself with a herd of thugs and wannabe terrorists. "We're having an election and it doesnae look good for me. I'll probably have to flee to Luthien before the summer's over."

Fearghas offers a bitter chuckle before re-aligning his gaze back on the dark stallion. "What about you? D'ye live here on the Crossin'?"

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