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Posted on November 22, 2020 at 07:54:45 PM by MeDuSa



She should have known the mare wouldn't understand when she called the stallion a dog for what he did. She'd already admitted as much that she fell for his little act of looking upset. She had a heart of gold and saw only the good in others. She couldn't see that he had a motive from the very beginning and he got exactly what he was after. Just the thought made her teeth grind in irritation, wanting to pierce said stallion's hide at least one good time. Medusa kept telling her anyway, hoping it would make sense when she put it all together. He was a good actor, that's for sure. Or maybe the mare just saw what she wanted to see. The mare was stubborn in her softness though. It seemed she thought it easier to take the blame on herself and think the stallion a kind soul than to admit what truly happened on the crossing. It made Medusa sad....and even more angry.

Meanwhile, she had to think up a way to seek justice for the fresian mare. Challenging was too forthright. Medusa wanted to play on his mind just like he did to the red draft mare. She would think up something epic.

Some might think Medusa spoke from experience when really she had very little interaction with stallions before Ironclad. She knew her father, him, and Mjolnir. That was it, really. Her father was a strong male, everything a leader should be in Medusa's eyes. He was keen and possessive. He was also cunning and smart and he had explained to her early how she needed to be cunning as well to outsmart the stallions who would try to use her or take advantage of her. Ironclad was a good guy. The painted mare knew that much. She just felt he still had a lot to learn about politics and how to get what he wanted. He was soft. He needed more backbone.

When she asked the mare what she was going to do now, it wasn't that she was scolding her or telling her to never speak to strangers again. Really, Medusa wanted her to look deeper than the mask others put on for her sake and really try to read their intentions from now on, not just go with what they're showing her. Instead, the mare seemed to think she should just stay here, and Medusa wasn't happy with that answer. She scowled at the mare's words, her face softening again cause she didn't want the fresian to think she was mad or disappointed in her. "I don't want you to be a prisoner here. That's not how life is meant to be lived. I just want you to be more careful about the strangers that approach you. I know you may not want to see it but I think that stallion was showing you what he wanted you to see. You see the best in others and that's a great quality. It can change others with that goodness still inside them."

She offered a small smile before she sighed and continued. "It can also make you vulnerable if you allow it to lead you blindly. There are horses out there who prey on the good ones. They put on a mask that makes them seem good too so they can manipulate to get what they want. I just don't want you to get hurt. And I don't want you to keep blaming yourself for something that was definitely not your fault."

When Medusa asked about the stallion, it occurred to her that the fresian was probably not going to be so forthcoming about the details even if she did know cause she still believed the stallion innocent. She wouldn't want Medusa to find him. Good thing, the painted queen didn't mind doing a little investigating with what she did have: his scent. The mare did say he looked like her daughter, Pike. Of course, Medusa didn't know what the mare's daughter looked like, but she could remedy that soon enough. After all, the fresian might not be telling the truth anyway, but she would be sure to investigate it anyway. She nodded. "Okay. I believe you. I'll look into it. I don't want to hurt the stallion (okay, that's a lie, but she wanted to reassure the mare). I just want to talk to him. I want him to admit what he did. If you are pregnant, do you want him to know the child?" She tilted her head, keeping judgement from her gaze as she asked the question. She could help the mare if she wanted the father to know his child. Ironclad probably wouldn't want it, but that wasn't up to him, in Medusa's opinion.

The mare then said it was nice to have met her despite everything and Medusa gave a smile. She nodded in confirmation when the mare repeated her name. She gave her name as Kvothe and the painted mare dipped her head in acknowledgement. "I'm glad we met, too, Kvothe. And I will help you however I can. You have my support. I want you to know that."


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