The white mare seemed so naïve, so innocent, that Vadim nearly felt bad for the life he was dragging her into. The scenery she would have to deal with, and the reek of stallion she would be faced with every day. It was not too late, he supposed, to send her somewhere else. But Vadim was too stubborn, and possessive, to just let her go. So, when she continued to seem so willing, the tall stallion took the opportunity and herded her the rest of the way to the Lagoon. Even when they had passed the strong smell of the border, she didn’t seem to balk, only remain curious.


“I was born and raised here. The only time I lived somewhere else, is when I was held captive.” he explained, his ears tipping forward now that they were in the comfort of the Lagoon and out of the Commons where some Peak mare might interfere. “As you can tell, plenty of stallions call this home. I would advise you stay clear of them.” he suggested. “But feel free to make friends with the mares.” What would Miriella think? What would Devi think? He could already imagine the side-eye the flippant golden roan mare would give if she laid eyes on the white mare. It nearly caused him to chuckle. Perhaps she would make an alright companion for Isla, if she ever found the haunty mare.