'Cause even the stars they burn
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Phaedra stood lightly at Apollo's side. She had been shocked by the amount of concern and worry that bubbled in her breast, as he fought valiantly for their home. But, if she were to be honest, it was not just out of concern. No...there was a fair amount of guilt that lent itself to the fear she felt, as Apollo was forced to defend them all. Though a large part of her wondered why the dark mare hadn't challenged her. Surely, based on purely sexist thinking, Apollo was stronger than she? And equipped with a horn as a weapon? Could it be that her wings, and Stella's claws really posed such a threat, that they would try and eliminate Apollo before her? Or perhaps, the black bitch was merely showing mercy....as if, upon defeat, she would somehow go quietly with their plans?
Starlight glistened upon her sooty coat, as the Opulent listened to the praises cast Apollo's way. He was deserving of them all, and a well of pride grew within the former-spy's heart. Apollo. A true warrior now, and a king of these lands and yet...she could not erase from her memory the trembling stallion who had almost perished at her side, so many seasons ago. She would forever treasure that memory, come what may.
As Colt spoke, Phaedra's sea-green gaze turned her way, narrowing slightly with guilt. Phae's pink lips pinched inwards as she bite her tongue until the equine had finished speaking. "It was not weakness that allowed Confutatis to come into our lands. She appeared at our borders seeking sanctuary. There was a time, before yours, sugar, where we were called something else. Locket and Apollo served alongside myself in the Grey, a mercenary band. But under Apollo's guiding hoof, that band was broken apart, and we simply became the Foothills. Under his rule, we do not discriminate. Confutatis came seeking succor and aid, and I gave it to her. We are not the Grey anymore - what would you have had me do?"
As she concluded, her gaze swept to Apollo, apologetically. It was because of her, that he had been placed in the situation that he had, and yet...her words were meant for him, as much as to answer Colt's poignant criticisms. What should she have done? If they simply allowed everyone into their fold, they certainly took the risk of jeopardizing their home...but what balance could they strike between that, and the militant discrimination of the Grey?
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HP: 45.5
