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Things were not going well in the Foothills, he reflected, his normally cheerful mood dampened by serious thoughts. First, the leader he had been fond of, Paladin, had stepped down from his post and vanished, leaving three new leaders in his place. Shortly after, the equine chief had proved too hotheaded to be a proper lord, and so he had replaced as well. Then, the devastating capture of their pegasus chieftess had led to yet another new lord, a young stallion who barely seemed old enough for such responsibility. No, things were not going well at all. Amadeus found himself wondering if it would be better for the herd if only one horse were in charge, rather than three. That was how the other herds lived, after all, and they seemed far more stable than the ever-changing Foothills leads.
Yet, he had no power to change they way his herd was run, knew that such action might throw his family into a civil war. Instead, he did his duty, bring new members home to swell their ranks. Sometimes, Amadeus wasn't certain he was doing the right thing in guiding newcomers to such a conflicted place, but he supposed any home was better than none.
It wasn't always easy, being the diplomat.
A loud whinny cut through his thoughts, as did a feminine voice. Despite his misgivings about the future of the Foothills, he turned to find the speaker. It was just against his gentle nature to leave someone out here alone without first offering assistance.
It didn't take him long to find the pegasus, now that he knew to look for her. With a smile, he stepped out from the trees, moving slowly to avoid startling the mare. "I’m here, if you’d like my company. Is there anything I can help you with, miss?”
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