Frey’s head was spinning. There were so many feelings, some of them good, some of them not. Though he still felt bitterness and hurt towards his sire, he had other things to be concerned about. He’d finally claimed victory against Jaskier. That was enough to have the sooty young stallion high headed and proud of himself. Frey was young, but already he’d collect scars. Fighting had gotten easier, and he’d only get stronger. He wondered what things would be like with Anne, when she finally arrived. She’d probably be upset with him-- that was fine. Frey himself didn’t know what he’d do to quell that.
Maybe he was even a little anxious about it. Still, they’d burn that bridge when they got there. The general vote was on the horizon as well. The conversation he’d need to have with his father after, as well, was something he may never be prepared for. It didn’t matter. It was coming, and he wouldn’t be able to hold that one back. Whatever happened, Frey just had to convince himself he’d be fine.
Visiting somewhere that wasn’t the Lagoon was likely in his best interest. Away from the murk, he stepped. The Common-- he thought of Bellona for a moment, wondering what she was up to. She was so pretty, like… wow. Frey tried to not let his heart squeeze when he thought of her, but he couldn’t help it. He’d have to find her at some point, and see her again. Maybe he was hoping that he would see her again, moving across the Meadow.
Taking a soft breath, he rested to peer out over the softly rolling landscape. It was getting late into the summer, and fall would come soon-- soon. After fall? Winter. So it goes. Though the Lagoon’s population fluctuated, waxed and waned, Frey was lonesome. He drifted from the Meadow to the Falls. Right. Maybe there would be company out here for him after all. The days were starting to grow shorter, but it was around noon. He had time, right? Frey had time with the daylight still.
two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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