Vadim doesn't press Perseus for more than he offers and the red stallion lets out a breath he didn't even realizing he was holding. He could simply be the strange stallion from the ruined islands and he was fine with that. And if you asked him it sounded a bit like the stories he'd been told as a kid. Or at least the stories he had overheard mothers telling their children while he lurked in the shadows. The mare that had raised him had been kind, but he missed the connection he could have had with his own mother. Instead he was left with a burning pit in his heart.
And he'd loved the horses that had taken him in. He'd left to protect them. Even if it hurt.
"The lagoon?" He returns his full attention back to Vadim. He'd heard of the lagoon, he'd be a fool to pretend otherwise. And he'd heard the stories of the evil bandits and their nefarious ways. He was sure some of them might have been bad, but anyone from any of the islands could be bad. After all, they were all simply trying to survive. It was not Perseus place to determine how someone else lived their life. He knew what it was like to be judged simply for existing. Simply for being something you had no control over. She'd taken one look at his face and it was over. He'd looked up at her for the first time with nothing but love and adoration. He remembers her hooves slamming into the ground around him and the feeling of fresh sand kicking up on his fair skin. He remembers the feeling of watching her disappear into the distance as he called after her and the way she flinched each time until she could no longer hear him.
The last thing Perseus would ever do is wish that on someone else.
"There are some," he nods. "Though most are there for sightseeing, they leave by nightfall." Perseus had to admit it was lonely at times. He'd grown used to being alone all the time but there was a part of him that craved conversation. He was, admittedly, bad at it. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see her and when he awoke on the beach drenched in his own sweat, maybe it would have been easier if he wasn't alone. Maybe it would have been easier if he was part of a herd, part of a family. But a part of him is scared to let himself be vulnerable. Afraid to let anyone perceive him as weak ever again. "Does the lagoon get many visitors?" |
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