The last few seasons he had spent a decent amount of his time traveling the length of Crossing Isle as he checked around for any sign of Vervain’s reappearance and went to check on Castillon’s mare and daughters, or even Jasper and Scarecrow who’d taken up temporary residence with her once Castillon no longer could. The last time he’d spent a decent stretch on Crossing Isle he’d been side-by-side with his brother, Lior, but this time he was mostly always alone.
Lior had changed and Lohan no longer had any interest in knowing him; his continued decision to live in the Prairie despite being so obviously not actually interested in helping the herd stay safe at all had Lohan livid. If another of their sisters had been taken, would Lior have treated it just as lackadaisical? If anyone belonged in the Lagoon with these hooligans it was Lior.
Lohan pushed away any lingering thoughts of Lior; they resurfaced often, but he always stuffed them back down.
In some ways it was lucky that there was going to be a distraction big enough to stop him from his travel and take his mind away from his own family drama… lucky for him, maybe, but not for the individual everything was happening to. Lohan stalled in his steps as the sound of deep sobs reached his ears. Worry and concern immediately dominated his young features as he glanced around him, taking a moment to spot the dark mare some ways away, her body shaking with every cry she let loose.
He’d been through here enough to understand they were in the Commons and this could be a dangerous place for a young, emotionally overwhelmed mare. Especially during Fall.
Feeling a protectiveness surge up inside him the speckled and splashed stallion turned toward her, whinnying out - he would have preferred to rumble gently at her, but feared a soft noise wouldn’t pierce through her sorrow enough that she’d hear him. “Hey-” he called out once he was close enough to her, lowering his head and blowing a soft, warm breath out of his nostrils, blue eyes briefly skipping across her face, heart seizing with concern at the sorrow across hers. He didn’t even know her, but to see her this way troubled him. “Can I… is there anything I can do to help you?”
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