The warmth of Višarr so close, helps Aallotar to relax a shred. Long has the grey mare been a runner, never settling, and always anxious. Višarr proves to be a sense of stability; kind, steady, and down to Earth. The nagging in the back of her mind however, doesn't cease as she's used to the sky falling when things seem well enough. She watches his reaction carefully as she concedes that she is, indeed, carrying their child. The gentle caress of the dark stallion soothes her nerves, her skin prickling under his touch. Ah, there is was, the glass ceiling.
No sooner does the feeling of anxiety return as he announces he's claimed the Savanna. Fearghas. Her body goes rigid as the ground drops away from her. She looks at Višarr, for he doesn't deserve the panic attack that she's about to have. She feels her lungs constrict in her chest and her heart begins to race. "The Savanna?" She says, her voice barely a whisper. She backs away slowly, the response to flee strong. "He'll find me," she manages. She has not seen Cullen for a long time but the golden stallion had found her nonetheless, threatening her, Fearghas, and their only child, Seri. Fearghas had abandoned her in the Peak and she'd never seen him again. She'd been all over the Crossing, and not once had she picked up his trail. She could only assume the worst, given that Višarr now resided there. Her ears prick with tears as she looks at him. "Was...was Fearghas there?" She couldn't shake the crushing need to know. For if he wasn't, then that's all she needed to know to shatter the remaining parts of her heart that clung to him.
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