A small group of four stallions stood together, having a hushed, tight-throated and low conversation. Occasionally there was a toss of the head, an arched neck and an irritated snort or low squeal, but whatever feathers ruffled seemed quickly soothed by others in the gathering. They were talking on one of the risen hills of the Prairie, strategically chosen away from any of the groups of horses milling about in the territory, and their eyes darted watchfully now and again to be certain no one was approaching to overhear what they were discussing.
“You’re certain you checked the entirety of the Lagoon?” Lohan asked with some exasperation as he looked doubtful at Lior, who rolled his eyes.
“Thanks for the trust, my dearest brother.” He spat back with irritation and Lohan looked briefly ashamed, tucking his chin back and averting his gaze immediately.
Nephilim’s ears twisted back, his irritation at new levels now he did not know he could reach. How helplessly had he been searching now? How many miles had he traveled? He had once appeared more muscled and thick like his dam, but he had thinned out, not taking the time to replace all the calories he burned as he went. Lior’s blue eyes landed on him and he felt his anger double, seeing just how little the white-faced stallion appeared to care and didn’t bother hiding it.
“I don’t believe you,” Nephilim spat, finally naming what he had been convinced of, despite Lohan assuring him over and over again that Lior wouldn’t lie. They’d even asked him to go back to the Lagoon and to try again. He’d been gone from the Prairie for an entire week before he returned and gave something of a shrug, claiming he hadn’t seen her or even heard of any Lagoon bachelor holding a black mare with white stripes hostage.
“Oh please, lover boy,” Lior sighed, looking bored at the sight of Nephilim’s rage directed at him. “Did you ever consider maybe she met someone who turned her on more than you, and she’s run off to the mainland with them?”
“Shut-up,” Nephilim started with a dangerous growl, the rage now sparking within him in a way he had never felt before. He made himself somewhat larger and swayed forward, intending to intimidate the younger stallion.
Lior smiled a little more.
“Okay, stop it, both of you.” Jasper spoke up, the eldest of the group, sighing with heavy disappointment as he looked between them. “This is absolutely not going to help us find Vervain. Nephilim, you go check the Lagoon.” His dark eyes leveled with Nephilim’s blues firmly until Nephilim finally gave an agreeable nod, offered another glare at Lior (who smiled again) and then turned with a snap of his silver-blond tail to strike out across the tall grasses and toward the distant shoreline.
In the end, Nephilim didn’t have to travel to the Lagoon. He’d just made his way into the wide sweep of the Commons when his hooves came to a stumbling halt, his breath all but rushed out of his lungs. Was she… was she really?
“Vervain!” He cried out, but disbelief dressed her name.
Then she looked at him. “Nephilim?”
Tears burned suddenly in his eyes as he gasped, overcome with relief at finding her at last, he somehow managed to pick up his knees and start toward her. Then as he grew closer… “Momma?” the little voice made him stop immediately again, blue eyes snapping down to the babe at her feet. He felt himself go cold. “Is that Daddy?”
Did you ever consider maybe she met someone who turned her on more than you, and she’s run off to the mainland with them?
Hurt, confusion, and anger briefly stole away the joy that’d been on his face before. He blinked at the child and then looked up at Vervain as she said a few words to sweetly lure the girl back to sleep.
Then she stared at him and he stared at her… finally he choked out in a broken voice, “I’ve been looking everywhere,” he promised, suddenly realizing the overwhelming truth: in the end, he had failed her. Wherever she had been, he hadn't found her.
Or... had she wanted to be found?
“Where…” The word was a whisper, he felt overwhelmed by the rush of emotions crashing over him now.
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