Aallotar slows her breathing, a small break of relief washing over her as the unknown stallion offers to help her search for her little golden son. She is unbeknownst that this dark stallion has no idea who Cullen is. She just presumes everyone knows Cullen's legacy on the Islands. She certainly did. He calmly approaches her and offers his help and she can feel the tears welling in her eyes. She's so tired. Tired of running, of being emotionally exhausted, and most of all, so tired of the loss and loneliness. She could blame it all on Cullen, but she knows it's not his wrath that has left her utterly broken. It's her own self-inflicted sabotage.
"His name is Fortis. He's still a babe, golden in color. But he's bold, and I only looked away for a second." The anxiety begins to creep into her voice again, but she keeps the shouting at bay. She knows it won't help. "He's so bold...and mischievous. But normally he doesn't give me a heart attack like this," she admits. She knew that it was possible that Fortis would develop a personality similar to his grandsire. He wasn't cruel but Aallotar noticed things about him that were not consistent with her own personality. If only she had stayed long enough with Verrat to leave him somewhere safe. But no, as soon as felt the safety closing in, she'd run again. Running anytime things got serious, safe, or comfortable. When would she stop running?
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