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Did he have any business being on the Crossing? No, of course not. Did that stop him? Also, no. There was something about being under the command of a stallion that he held no relation to that put the lithe overo in a conundrum. On one hoof, the absolute last place he wanted to be was where Sakir was, and yet, on the other hand, the one place he should be right now was at home, with his herd, guarding them from the stranger that had stolen his sister's hand.

But the call of autumn eventually won out over his caution. Arsinoe was home, after all, as was Filumena. His herd was as safe as they could be, and would be just fine until he returned home.

Plus, though they (shamefully) were not his main motivators, there was also the search for his parents to be conducted. Rafe had been missing now for weeks, but Velahrn's absence was fresh and still keenly felt. Raegar felt as though he had somehow let her down by not preventing her from leaving the Badlands, which was a strange and twisted take that only made sense if one knew Velahrn. The Badlands was her home, and by leaving it, Raegar was afraid it meant that she had given up hope of Rafe returning.

And Raegar wasn't ready to be fatherless yet.

His dark gaze roved over the Crossing with keen interest, skimming across the different figures before settling on the dun as if drawn in by a magnet. She was pretty with a striking coat of umber and tawny gold, accentuated by a flaxen mane and tail that looked better kept than his own thick, heavy tresses.

The overo lifted his head and nickered to her before picking up a jog in her direction, his neck arched as if to show off and his steps purposeful and cadenced. When he began to draw to a halt before her, he nickered again more gently and extended his pink muzzle toward hers for an exchange of breath if she were willing.

"I'm Raegar," he murmured, grinning. Words had never been the overo's strong suit, but his boyish charm and good nature were sometimes able to overcome his social faux pas. "I didn't expect to see anyone this pretty still alone." Given the season, some deeper instinct was demanding that he rush in and press his claim, to hasten her home before any other stallions got the wrong idea, but he actively fought against it. Raegar still maintained that beautiful relationships could come from rocky beginnings, but he no longer wanted to take risks he could avoid. "Guess today is my lucky day."

He flicked the dark strands of his tail against his hocks and tried to read her expression in the hopes of gleaning any clues as to her mood. "What should I call you?"

young stallion - mutt - seal bay overo - 15.1h - rafe x velahrn