There was many things Bacardi might have imagined happening between him and the Bay Leader, but the soft touch of her muzzle against his chest and her comforting words did not make that list. She continued to speak and finally the hurt stallion opens his eyes to look over at her. To fully meet her gaze without looking away. Only one ebony lined ear pulled free of his mane, twisting towards her while the other remained buried. Though he listened, and could even see pride in her eyes, Bacardi still warred with his own feelings.


“Raised in the Peak, it gave me different values than most stallions.” Bacardi replied. “Maybe it makes me weak to think I should not fight for a mare’s womb, only for her safety.” But instead of looking away as he did before, Bacardi continued to study the pony mare’s face. Trying to find anything that would show her anger in him. But all he could find, was the reflection of his own self inflicted insecurities.


“You are a capable mare, and leader. I did not join the fight to slight you of that. But this place, this herd, you? Are part of my life. I will fight as many times as I need too for that.” It was possible the most confession Bacardi had ever made on how he felt about his home and the loyalty that had found its way into his heart. As if to show how he felt, Bacardi carefully reached over his black muzzle to press against Valka’s neck. Though he drank in her scent, it was not in the same predatory way most stallions did during this season. Even at a young age, Bacardi had been taught better control over himself than most.


“What will you do now?” he cannot help but ask as he pulls his gentle muzzle away. His other ear finally twists towards her as the other did. Bacardi’s eyes never stray, the glittering gold resting on her despite how his body shifts uncomfortably to the pain. But his mind does not drift to his own discomforts. Only that he wants to help Valka, if there was any way that he could.

four years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

"...speech"