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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

a companion shortens the road

fearghas

Fearghas does not know what to make of the storm that brews on the dark stallion's face. For a moment, he had seemed disbelieving but almost hopeful, and then in the next, he seemed angry - although Fearghas could not tell if it was aimed at himself or directed inward. It made the spotted boy less willing to trust him, and he drew back half a step, his ears tipping back cautiously beneath the deep umber of his mane.

Sestra, sister, he claims, and Fearghas' eyes narrow, his lips pursing in appraisal. They certainly looked enough like each other to be siblings, but blood relation alone was not enough to earn the Savanna lead's trust. After all, Verrat and Cullen had been related, but had been as different as night and day. Fearghas doubted the pale colt would so much as hurt a horsefly, even if it bit him on the ass. Comparing him to Cullen was like trying to find similarities between a tidepool and a hurricane. Both were made of water, perhaps, but that was where the similarities ended.

"A mistake?" Fearghas answers with the equivalent of a raised brow. "I dinna ken how there could be. Bozena doesna seem like such a common name, much less fer a mare that looks an awful lot like yerself. Is she a blood sister then? Is that what sestra means?"

The dark stallion attempts to regain his earlier nonchalance as if they were discussing something no more important than the pleasant weather around them. At his question, the spotted boy remains quiet for a long moment in suspicious study before finally answering. "She tried to help me outta a rough spot o' trouble in the Lagoon. It didna work, o' course, but she was t'only one brave enough tae try." Sternly now, Fearghas' head raised and he attempted to catch Lukasz' eye. "So I willnae send anyone 'er way that means 'er harm, ye ken?"

He lets that sit for a moment before asking the real question that had buzzed in his mind since he saw the stallion flinch at her name. "Is there bad blood between the two of ye then?"
stallion . 4 years . 16.1 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit



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