It was only him and Rasta there and he was comfortable in the the patch of clover situated on the edge of the pool the waterfall emptied in to. The sun was warm, the breeze was cool, the sound of the water was soothing and it began to lull the stallion to sleep. His breathing began to even and soon he was asleep and dreaming of the childhood that he wished he'd had. One where his parents weren't brutal and heartless, where he didn't have to sacrifice his body to protect his sisters from the brutal physical punishment their father thought was necessary and the mental abuse their mother had subjected them to.

He grumbled a little as Rasta's muzzle was shoved under his barrel and heaved his body over to try and roll away from the mare. In doing so he only aided her in her mission of dumping him into the cold water. Its not too deep, but within moments his body was soaked and he was awake, his legs flailing to get footing while Rasta pulled at his mane. When she backed away he was still floundering and only just found his footing and was beginning to stand when he saw her in the clover. He was confused and thinking that if she had wanted the clover that badly where were nicer ways of waking a guy up, but then she was on her feet and running again and he was left standing in the water, drenched, with his ears laying back against his skull.

What the hell had just happened?

"Rasta!" He yelled her name after her retreating form and hesitated, wondering if he should go after her or if he should let her be. For the first time he wondered if looking after her would be beneficial to his health or if he might end up in the bottom of a lake somewhere as fish food. In the end his worry got the better of him and he left the cold water and stepped into the grass and took a moment to shake the water from his body then ran off after her before he completely lost track of her. She didn't need to be wandering around the Foothills alone when there were other patrols that would be coming around unless she wanted to be tossed out into the wilds again.

"Rasta." He spoke her name calmly when he found her taking out whatever anger and frustration that had overcome her on an innocent tree. He would never understand the mood swings that females went through and was starting to become quite wary of them. Had the water been deeper she probably would have drowned him and that was a bit of a scary thought. He'd just have to be sure that he stayed away from lakes, ponds, rivers, waterfalls, creeks, brooks, and oceans while he was round her.

Alleo stood with his left hip cocked so his hoof rested on its tip while he watched Rasta and waited for her to be finished. It was his goal to look calm, cool, and collected even with his mane in wild disarray from the vigorous shaking he'd done when he'd gotten out of the water and the run after the runaway mare. "I didn't realize I smelled so bad." He joked easily. "Next time I'll bathe before I sleep." He wanted to know why she had done it, but with her inability to speak he knew it wouldn't be until Tallsun that he got the full answer from her. All joking aside, he was worried and tried not to let it show in his eyes, lest it upset her even more.

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