It wasn’t long before he found her. The dark stallion whom had helped her find Fortis. He hadn’t asked for anything in return; he’d simply helped her just because he could. Aallotar hadn’t encountered such chivalry since Fearghas, and even then he’d been led astray eventually. She had slowly begun to forget about the spotted stallion and they’re disparate relationship. She was sad at time for Seri and that she hadn’t seen her sire in a long time, but she knew he had made his choice. It had been some time since she’d also seen Seri but she knew that young filly was not far. After their altercation with Fearghas, Seri had left and fled. Aallotar didn’t blame her. She knew that as a mother, her life choices had made Seri’s life difficult. The little grey mare perks up instantly when Vidarr appears. She hadn’t expected to see him, but he was a welcome surprise. He extends his muzzle warmly and she returns his gesture. “Vidarr…” she says softly. “It has been awhile. How have you been?” She noticed how her flesh tingles with anticipation at the ebony stallion. She steadies her breath, her ears shifting carefully atop her tousled crown. He was a strange fellow, quiet in his nature but a perfect match for her often fiery temper. In a way, be quieted her soul and she craved more of him for it…
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