Perhaps he was challenging fate by lingering at this place. It wasn't long since he had parted ways with Tor, a mare thought to be a friend that just had turned the world of the stallion on its head. Could things even get more complicated? Magic, war and strife, gods and strange natural phenomenon, friendships turned awkward and now the troublesome thing that was love drama on top of it all. Lace felt like he was a million years old where he strolled through the grove, head held low and shoulders slumped in an expression of painful weariness.
Tor was in love with him. He tasted the sentence, rolled it in a figurative mouth and savored it, as if a solution might appear if he only considered the problem long enough. It was a problem, unfortunately, because it made things unpredictable. Mares were erratic creatures even to begin with, and as soon as the phenomenon known as love came into play, they automatically became hard to handle. Smiles and politeness suddenly didn't soothe them anymore, the most innocent topic could send them off in tears, or rage, or fuming indignation - without ever bothering to tell the stallion what he'd said wrong.
Should he be flattered, bothered, petrified in fear of the soon to come explosion? Things weren't exactly made easier by the fact that they were supposed to be friends, and that he kind of rejected her. It was the honest thing to do, because it was true that his heart didn't respond in a proper way to her confession. Still, he had undoubtedly hurt her by doing so...
The stallion heaved a long, mournful sigh, so loud that a pale silk-feathered bird in pink hues gave him a startled look and took off from the rock it had been sitting on. He couldn't help but smile at the glance it had given him. A pale, twisted smirk, but enough to bring back a little bit of glitter to his eyes. Ah well. Things would work out, one way or another. As long as there weren't going to be any more dramatic encounters with mares...
Just as the thought passed his mind, a sound of hooves made the grulla lift the head and turn to look over the shoulder. "Faelene" he said in quiet disbelief as golden eyes caught sight of the dark rose-maned femme wandering through the forest. "This is a surprise...
Question is, was it a good surprise? The smile he offered the unicorn was somewhat hesitant, gaze wandering over her features in search for some sign that she wasn't going to suddenly attack. They had sworn friendship on one another, but would such a feeble oath last in times like these? They were on different sides in the struggle between Edge and Basin, it was a fact that was hard to overlook.
Hurray, way to go. More drama, keep it coming. Would it be very rude to pound his head against a tree?
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