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Argetlam was thinking, in that slow, methodological way he liked to think. Insanity had avoided his question altogether, insisting upon him leaving, about the night falling and sleep being needed. Did she have a viable reason, even, for taking hold of the dark mare? It didn't seem likely. Even a petty reason would be better than no reason, in his opinion. The Foothills' didn't need to be creating enemies. They were a peaceful nation, he thought to himself, not a bad-ass, kick-ass, war-hungry, fighting mongrel herd. That was why he had joined, after all, for peace in the mountains and cropping grass, tail-swishing and idle chatter, honing his metal skills.
He didn't want that peace interrupted by a slinking shadow who snuck around after dark, creating enemies out of thin air. This mare had wild-scent on her, outcast-scent, but who wasn't to say she might have friends, allies, powerful enemies? The heat in here was stifling, seeming to stop his breathing, confusing him, trapping him, boxing him in. Thank the gods he didn't have to stay in here for a night, or a week, or however long Insanity planned to keep the poor dark mare here.
So asorbed he was in his thinking he seemed to miss the others leaving, until Insanity had melted into the shadows (was she there? It was hard to tell.) and Delinne seemed to be staring at him. Nadira had gone, her pale presence into the night sky glittering with stars. Aaron had disappeared as well. Shaking his head firmly, Argetlam began to back away, and with only a whispered good-bye, he turned on his haunches and trotted out in the cooler air. But that night, when he slept underneath the trees, he kept thinking about her... and why Insanity would have done this.
He didn't want that peace interrupted by a slinking shadow who snuck around after dark, creating enemies out of thin air. This mare had wild-scent on her, outcast-scent, but who wasn't to say she might have friends, allies, powerful enemies? The heat in here was stifling, seeming to stop his breathing, confusing him, trapping him, boxing him in. Thank the gods he didn't have to stay in here for a night, or a week, or however long Insanity planned to keep the poor dark mare here.
So asorbed he was in his thinking he seemed to miss the others leaving, until Insanity had melted into the shadows (was she there? It was hard to tell.) and Delinne seemed to be staring at him. Nadira had gone, her pale presence into the night sky glittering with stars. Aaron had disappeared as well. Shaking his head firmly, Argetlam began to back away, and with only a whispered good-bye, he turned on his haunches and trotted out in the cooler air. But that night, when he slept underneath the trees, he kept thinking about her... and why Insanity would have done this.
