Ever since her encounter with Verrat, Aallotar had felt lost. The Islands may not be expansive but they were large enough that one may never see another again. Clearly, that was not this instance. The grullo mare wandered into the confines of her sanctuary, the Falls. It was a place that might of well have been her home at this point, since she never returned to the Lagoon albeit only briefly. Fortis was safe with Verrat and the emptiness of that yellow colt was welcomed and hated at the same time. That was what motherhood was though, a constant sway of emotions.
Her mind wandered a moment to Vidarr, the stallion who helped her find Fortis when he'd hidden beyond her view. She wondered where he was now, though she couldn't really touch on why. It was strange to this that he had helped without consequence, throwing himself into the task of finding Fortis, even when she was hysterical. Becoming a mother had simply changed her. Gone was the spiteful, spirited mare, replaced with that of a cautious and broken one. The steel grey of her coat prickles as the hints of Winter whisper in the air. It would be here soon and this season, Aallotar though she may pass on the idea of more children, having been convinced by Fortis that it was wise to do so. She'd avoided the Commons like the plague, even more so the Lagoon. She shuddered at the thought of being there at this time. Her short ears perk lightly as a lone black bird leaps from a branch above. The tree was nearly bare, signaling the changing season. The whuffles lightly between her lips, surveying the horizon. Maybe this was what it was like to be alone.
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