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A mare materialized from the shadows, a dark mare he had met before, created and stitched from the darker places of the world, a deep bay with a coat the color of deep earth. He recognized her, the light tread of her steps, and her scent hardly distinguishable against the heady scent of cool of stone. Insanity. Was she insane? Why had she captured the poor mare trapped in the bowels of the mountain? Her voice was colder than the snowy peaks of the looming behemoths of the rocky mountains; pure ice. Argetlam blinked, with the nature of her cold voice- and then the dark mare's furious response, the swear inside it.
"Please, stop. There is no need to argue. Insanity, why did you capture this mare?" The stallion interrupted, his voice quiet but without mumbling for once; he wasn't sure if he was angry, or felt disappointment in the capture of one foul-mouthed unicorn. Who was she? Why was she so important? Was this random? A pale mare, a light-footed ghost, appeared, and she too was cool and calm, if her eyes looked a little troubled. "Good to meet you, Nadira. I am Argetlam." The dark gray stallion responded in turn, keeping his voice level and polite.
He turns his attention to his mentor, Aaron, who immediately sides with Insanity. How could he? Did he already know what crime this mare had committed? Argetlam had utmost respect for the paint, but he did not consider himself below Aaron. He was not vain and full of himself, he simply thought most of the herd were equals. "Insanity, if I may ask, can you please tell me why you needed to capture this mare? I don't understand why she is prisoner when I have never even heard of her, let alone committing a crime." Argetlam comments awkwardly, feeling as if he was ignoring the unicorn too much. Did the dark mare need to be addressed if she was prisoner? The stallion didn't know. Mostly, he just felt out of his element.
"Please, stop. There is no need to argue. Insanity, why did you capture this mare?" The stallion interrupted, his voice quiet but without mumbling for once; he wasn't sure if he was angry, or felt disappointment in the capture of one foul-mouthed unicorn. Who was she? Why was she so important? Was this random? A pale mare, a light-footed ghost, appeared, and she too was cool and calm, if her eyes looked a little troubled. "Good to meet you, Nadira. I am Argetlam." The dark gray stallion responded in turn, keeping his voice level and polite.
He turns his attention to his mentor, Aaron, who immediately sides with Insanity. How could he? Did he already know what crime this mare had committed? Argetlam had utmost respect for the paint, but he did not consider himself below Aaron. He was not vain and full of himself, he simply thought most of the herd were equals. "Insanity, if I may ask, can you please tell me why you needed to capture this mare? I don't understand why she is prisoner when I have never even heard of her, let alone committing a crime." Argetlam comments awkwardly, feeling as if he was ignoring the unicorn too much. Did the dark mare need to be addressed if she was prisoner? The stallion didn't know. Mostly, he just felt out of his element.
