She wanted to scream at him but her lungs couldn’t fill. She wanted to hate him but the revelations of her circumstances nearly broke her into sobs. He couldn't hurt him like he could you. But in Cullen's place, Fearghas had hurt her instead.
In some sick way, Aallotar knew forgiveness for her spotted once lover was inevitable. It just wasn’t today. A very deep part of her wanted to just forget. But forgetfulness would not become her. Instead she swept her gaze to Fearghas, the hate waning from her eyes and he addressed his misgivings to their daughter. Fortis clung to her side and though she owed him no explanation for what had become, she found herself doing it anyways. ”I didn’t do it to hurt you,” she murmured. She really hadn’t. It has just happened. Verrat was someone new and he felt safe. It was only when she learned who he was, or rather who he was related to, that she knew the gravity of what had transpired. The little yellow colt would not suffer for her choices.
Seri gazed past her father as he spoke. Her gaze vacant as he spilled his soul to her. She knew his apologies were sincere, but they felt too little, too late. ”Stop.” she utters breathlessly. In the blink of an eye, her dappled haunches coil and she launches herself away from all of them. Aallotar looks stunned after her daughter, calling her name but knowing she can’t pursue her. An overwhelming grief fills her as she looks to the ground. She doesn’t look at him as she speaks, her voice barely a whisper. ”I have to heal from what you did to me Fearghas.” She didn’t know where she’d go but she nickered gently for Fortis to follow.
And for the first time, she turns from her spotted soul mate and walks in the direction of the Lagoon. For fear of changing her mind, she holds her grey head high and doesn’t stray a second glance in his direction.
”Mother, where are we going?” Little Fortis asks.
”The only place I have known as home.”
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