Meadow

fearghas

I'm not very good company, he says, and Fearghas laughs, the brightness soothing away the last of the storm on his face. Still, the familiarity between this male and Bozena is startling. Even up close it is hard to ignore that their profiles are similar and the accent with which they speak nearly identical to his untrained ears. Shaking his head, the spotted stallion sidles closer and nods. "Well, I'm fairly good at talking to meself, so I dinna imagine it'll be that different fer me at least."

The spotted boy relaxes as he falls in step with the other stallion, aligning their bodies parallel while drops his head to snatch a bite to eat. Conversation was perhaps not as distracting as racing across the open space of the Meadow, but it could certainly provide something of value, plus he was genuinely curious as to this strange man's origins. Perhaps it could shed some light on some of Bozena's unique habits.

"Yer only the second horse I've ever met with a profile like that, ye ken." He offers by way of explaining himself, his head popping back up as he glanced back at the dark stallion. There was something about him that seemed... introspective and unthreatening. He didn't claim the space like Tyr or even little Chronos, and therefore it was easier to share that space with him. "Granted, I dinna think Bozena would be flattered tae be compared tae a stallion these days, given the Lagoon's crimes and all."

He offers a sideways smile before peering out at the rest of the open space, his gaze roving thoughtfully over the equines that roved through the tall summer grass. He wouldn't put it past the Lagoon to have someone keeping an eye out for himself or any other threats; in truth, he was fairly certain that that was how they had finally found him in the Savanna. Still, he could not hide forever, and it wasn't as though he had much left to take. "Have ye heard o' them? The Lagoon I mean?"

Fearghas wasn't the type to be overly suspicious, but he had also learned that being far too trust was dangerous too. And while this stranger didn't wear the scent of Lagoon mud on his hooves, that didn't mean he was free of their association.

stallion . 4 years . 16.1 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit