Drakon
Drakon was debating venturing further into the Arch after his announcement, but was quickly distracted by something else entirely. The mare that appeared looked nothing like his Uncle, and her stricken expression made Drakon’s heart leap in his chest. Was something wrong? Her words paired with his rising fear, Drakon quickly assumed that Nico had sent her here to get help, to….
A deep breath filled Drakon’s lungs as she got closer, and he realized she didn’t carry Tinuvel’s scent. Not even a little like a new member might. The painted stallion quickly wrestled his thoughts under control just as she reached him, and he reached out his muzzle to her, hoping touch would help ground her from whatever had her seeking help.
“It’s okay.” He said, but was it? “Everything is going to be alright.” Would it? Drakon wanted to wipe away her tears and try to help settle down the stranger before he asked any questions of her, though his brown eyes briefly looked beyond her, seeing if anyone had followed the young mare. “Come on.” He urged when he spotted a thick stand of trees a few yards away. “It will be a better spot for you to let it all out and then tell me how I can help you.” Drakon was gentle in the way he guided her over to the trees and away from prying eyes and possible predators. He even offered a few nuzzles to the side of her neck as if they were familiar, despite not even knowing her name. Once they were tucked away, the stallion stood close so that she could cry, rage, or use him for support. Whatever it was she needed from him in that moment.
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