Spring came and with it, Lior strayed independently from Luthien for the first time in his life. There hadn’t been a moment he found Lohan to tell him, the two of them had been drifting further and further apart as Lior’s mood soured and Lohan’s did not. He certainly had not bothered with telling his father, considering what little patience Zevulun had for him these days.
This was how he came to find himself idly resting among the trees that clung to the wide, open expanse of the Commons, pale lashes nearly touching his high cheeks, as he heard the distant rustle of hooves stepping heavily among the spring grass. Lior opened his eyes slowly, gold ears turning until they could point their direction on whatever figure was approaching. As he blinked and cleared his gaze from which blocks of shadow were trunks of trees and latched onto the shifting one that was coming closer, he realized they weren’t coming at him at all. If he stayed quiet and they did not smell him, they’d likely pass not five feet in front of him…
But the large swell of the abdomen paired with the scent that tickled his nose made him exhale a huff that turned into a soft laugh. It crept from where he stood and it’d draw her eyes to him, alerting her there was a presence nearby if she hadn’t caught on already. Lior moved a step forward, pointing his boldly white face in the direction of the mare whose features he could just start to make out the more he focused on her.
“What sort of stallion would allow the mother of his unborn child to travel somewhere so dangerous... all by her lonesome?”
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