The Mustang stallion still looked clearly abashed, even in the face of her gracious demeanor. She seemed to wave away any worries over his misstep. Instead, the palomino mare introduced herself and asked what was on his mind. His blue eyes scan her for a moment, still a little dazed from before. Trying to navigate social graces was setting him further off-kilter.
"I'm Martyr," he says haltingly. The words drop from his pale lips clumsily as the stallion's affect recalibrated. She seemed friendly enough, but the blue roan was reluctant to divulge the details of his life, much less relay the story of his ultimate act of failure happening before his eyes.
"I.. just found out where my sister might be." This much is true. It doesn't betray the fact that he'd looked nearly all of the islands seeking his sister. He'd wandered so far for so long, but never able to admit that Emerson might have actually been dragged somewhere unwillingly.
So confident was he in her capabilities of avoiding trouble between the Harbor and the Peak. So inconceivable had it been that she might be taken be a Lagoon brute.. when he had no real way to officially fight for or claim her as the laws of the land demanded. Always failing.. His thoughts darkened, expression stilling into something more guarded and distant.
"I've been looking for her.."
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