Somewhere in Aallotar's mind, she didn't expect to see Verrat again. It seemed that the only constant in her life was pain, self loathing, and the Lagoon. Aallotar minded her p's and q's when it came to venturing outside of the main island. She knew the Lagoon potentially had eyes everywhere. She also knew that they left her mostly to her own devices, which was a blessing and a curse. She sometimes craved interaction with others but was too anxious to initiate conversation. She wondered where the shell of a mare she once was had gone. Gone was the lively, forward, outspoken mare and replaced with duty, sacrifice, and isolation. Of all days, today she enjoyed the quiet, though the anxiousness was at the brim of her emotions. And then he was there, quicker than she expected.
He's there and she doesn't know what to do, or say. She just stares at Verrat, blankly, having checked out from all thought process. Is he mine? Aallotar had never told Verrat of Fortis' existence. After their brief interaction in the Peak, Ally had fled. Not quite over what Fearghas had done to her, any emotion that she felt was quickly buried and she convinced herself it was for self preservation. "I-I-I..." She stutters after him. "Yes." The words are merely a whisper from her ashy lips. What was she supposed to say? How could she even begin to explain to him the heartache and aftermath that she was still feeling? All she could manage was, "I'm sorry," as a gently breeze floated between them in the sunny afternoon glare.
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