Her face is wild and frantic as her eyes settle on the stallion before her. His golden eyes appear concerned. Aallotar is nothing more than a grullo Paso Fino and he towers over her easily. "I...I...I can't find my son." She's practically screaming at this point. She doesn't even regard him as a threat as she normally would. All she wanted, was to find her gold colt. She knew he was in danger. If his grandsire ever was to find him, know who he was, it would be over. It was bad enough that they were already trinkets of the Lagoon again. How could she have been so selfish, so full of pride to put her own son in this situation? Her ovaries should be ripped from her body. She'd already lost Seri. Fearghas would never look at her the same again, and now Fortis was gone.
She wails. A gut-wrenching sound escaping her parted lips. "If Cullen finds him..." She can't even bring herself to finish the sentence. "I was so stupid..." She mutters to herself, the tears evident in her eyes. She would never forgive herself if she couldn't find him or if he'd been hurt. She hurries past the ebony stallion, "Please help me." She begs him. She doesn't even know him and yet here she was laying her troubles on him. The steel gray mare's ears prick forward from the tangled mess on her crown. "Please," she says with audible resignation.
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