Grey maiden cantered nervously in, twisting 'er boa to see the brand on 'er rump. Taking heart from it see started to trot on, finally calling for the stag dubbed Alastor.
At least Sontaris's terra isn't far away she though gratefully. If thinks got out og hand she could escape to Sunshine Hills.

Bright bay stallion munches hungrily 'pon the emerald blades of 'is home, taking a step forwards every now and then to move to a fresh patch. A familiar call reaches 'is harks and 'e jerks 'is crown up curiously, trying to place the voice, but 'e could not figure whom it belonged to. 'E sighs and nudges the golden nape of 'is love Spirit grazing aside 'im, and gestures for 'er to follow 'im before two beating 'wards the sound, 'is limp obvious as 'e places 'is war wounded left hind delicately 'pon the geo every cycle of 'is pace. After a short walk through the beautiful orchards, 'e reaches an ashen maiden, the sourse of the call, and 'e recognises 'er instantly. 'He was Jillarist, a mare that 'e had claimed a while ago 'e thinks with a smile, before getting a pang of guilt, 'Before I had met my dear Spirit...' 'E adds to 'imself. 'E whickers kindly and ambles o'er to 'er, recognising 'is brand 'pon 'er rump. 'E wondered what Spirit would think. "'Lo there Lady Jillarist, ye called?" 'E whinnies cheerfully, glancing at Spirit sideways, trying to see what 'he was thinking.

Spirit too heard the call, and when Alastor responded how 'e did 'er heart dropped. Faithfully 'he trotted beside 'im, intriguied and dreading meeting this second, or perhaps first fae. Coming into the clearing Spirit couldn't help but smile at the beauty of the fae that Alastor must have claimed. The similar mark to the one on 'er own rumo gave showed 'er such a fact.
'er stopped beside Alastor and dipped 'er cran in hello to the maiden, not speaking, perhaps giving Alastor a chance to explain to all.

(Jillarist. Different from sibs.)
Jillarist bowed, slightly nervous.
Aye M'Lord, I have not been able to find the terra where ye reside.
She explained, bowing to the fea who was obivously 'is mate.

Spirit whickered to the fae, seeing her obvious nervousness and smiled softly to her.
welcome fae
she said softly. then turned to alastor.
i see you two haven't been in each others company for a time.
she said to him, throwing a look back to the other fae.
i shall leave you alone for a while
she said with a softeness to her tones that hid well her fear and sadness about the arrival of this second fae whom she knew nothing about.
as she walked slowly away from Alastor and the fae her heart told her to be reasonable. perhaps it had been a fae before her, in which case this unknown fae had more reason to be angry than she. but darker demons plauged her. had alastor claimed this femmora after he had met her, was she so meaningless to him.
She gave her small boa a flick to help push her thoughts aside and moved her pace to a trot to take her further from the pair.

'he watched the fea go and swung 'er dial back to Alastor.

Alastor shifts uncomfortably and watches Spirit leave with 'is pleading gaze trying to catch 'ers. 'E wanted to bound after 'er and explain all this, but 'e was to polite to leave the maid whom had summoned 'im. 'E sighs and turns to face Jillarist, "Ye had trouble finding it? Perhaps I should've..." 'E trails off distractedly as 'e turns 'is dial slightly to catch a glimpse(sp?) of 'is beloved. 'E snaps 'is cran back and continues, "Should've escorted ye." 'E finishes, 'is voice showing that 'is thoughts were distant.

[/I]Tis alright M'Lord. I am allowed here then under ye brand?[I]
She asked.

'E 'is a little taken aback by the question, but 'e smiles at 'er kindly and answers 'er immediately, "O' course ye are, I am not going to deny ye a home. Feel free to explore, bring others 'ere, whatever takes yer fancy." 'E says cheerfully, gaze flicking o'er to Spirit. 'E watches 'er retreat and sighs, turning back to Jillarist, "M'Lady could ye please excuse me, I have some explaining to do..." 'E says, gesturing in the direction of the beautiful sunlit femme, and waiting anxiously for equally lovely ashen fae in front of 'im to let 'im go.

She smiles and nods before walking towards the shade of a tree.

The hessian smiles gratefully and pivots to chase after the receding form of Spirit. Still two beating 'e calls to 'er, "'He was a belle I claimed before ye M'Dearest. 'He needed a home...I do not love 'er as I love ye. I will never love another as I love ye." 'E says, slowing to a halt behind 'er, looking at 'er apologetically.

Spirit shook her cran as she heard Alastor thunder after her.

Aye, she may have come before me, but that doesn't explain why you did not mention her too me

she said, stopping and turning to face him. the saddness in her face was evident.

She should, by right be your mate and beta fae.

she said stepping closer to him. a sudden thought occured to her

Why then, if you had alreadu claimed a fae did you linger in those ground in which we first me. for what reason. on that count i could assume there may have been faes after me.

she said. there was no anger in her voice, only sorrow. with a sad looked she turned from Alastor and walked slowly away.

'E sighs in frustration, guilt beating uncomfortably inside 'is chest, and bounds after 'er, careful not to hurt 'imself. "Spirit, stop and listen to me! I do not wish to explain myself to yer hindquarters, lovely as they may be." 'E whinnies pleadingly, halting for a moment to see if 'he too would stop.

Spirit snorts, forcing herself not to smile at his comment. Swinging her hinds around she faced him, her orbs almost filled with dismay, the passion she felt for the stag before her, only just visible. She did not speak, but allowed him a moment to explain his actions.

'E smiles softly and breathes in as 'e sees 'er halt and turn, ready to explain 'imself now that 'e had 'er full attention,

"My dear, I failed to mention 'er to ye because I thought that 'he had left for another terra after I had claimed 'er. I did not love 'er, so I did not persue 'er, thinking that if 'he wanted to leave, that was 'er own choice. Perhaps 'he had been offered a better home, a better position." 'E says calmly, pausing to let this sink in before 'e continues, gentling 'is tones even more so,

"As for 'er being my mate and beta fae, it would not have happened, as 'er and I shared no romantic spark, like then one ye and I shared when we first met. I had no interest in 'er as an object of my affection, and 'he was only in search of a home." 'E states plainly, confidence in 'is voice as 'e spoke the truth. 'E sighs softly and takes limping strides 'ward 'er, continuing 'is explainations as 'e went,

"I lingered, as ye have put it, in the claiming grounds with the hope that by some sweet play of fate I would come across the belle of my dreams." 'E begins, pausing as 'e stopped to stand close in front of 'er,

"A femme that is passionate, beautiful, sweet and spirited, a femme that I could give my heart to and have 'er heart in return for all of my life." 'E pauses again to touch 'er muzzle lightly with 'is in a coy act of affection. 'E reaches 'is muzzle up near 'er tapered audit, and continues in a whisper,

"And I found 'er my lovely Spirit, I found you..." 'E nickers warmly, bringing 'is mug down to brush it softly against 'er golden cheek. 'E smiles and parts 'is librims to put to rest 'er last suspision,

"There were no fae's after ye, why would I go in search of others if I allready have the one that I'm meant to be aside for the rest of my days?" 'E asks retorically with a charming side cocked grin on 'is ebonite kissers.

Spirit lifted her golden tiara at his words, a soft breeze pulling at her tassels, stinging her orbs, laughing at her for her actions. She watched him for a moment as he finished his speech and she closed her orbs against the rush of emotion threatening to flood from her.
It had been wrong of her to accuse Alastor. She opened her orbs once more and stepped closer to him.
Forgive me, it was not my place.
she said softly, touching his mug to his cheek.

'E sighs softly, and drapes 'is boa o'er 'ers, pulling 'er into 'im. 'E whickers gently at 'er words, letting 'er know that all was forgiven,

"Forgive me also M'Love, I should have told ye of 'er just to prevent something like this ever happening. Ye know that I can be quite silly sometimes." 'E says, laughing a little bit under 'is breath.

Spirit shook her golden boa.
No, it is I who is silly. she said with a small smile. I over-reacted. I should have trusted you more Alastor. she continued, a small, almost teary smile filling her face. she buried her tiara in his chest and whickered gently.

'E laughs, not at 'er, but as a way of expressing 'is relief that all was forgiven and understood. When Spirit buries 'er dial into 'is chest 'er grins and lowers 'is crown o'er 'er, resting it on 'er gilded platform.

"Aww, darling, don't fill yer pretty cran with such nonsense,"'E huffs from 'is place on 'er back,

"The way ye behaved was entirely appropriate for the situation, I'm suprised ye didn't give me a sharp kick on the hock." 'E whickers jokingly, and 'e shifts 'is zenith a little bit to give 'er a soft playful nip 'pon 'er blade.

'e sighed softly. As 'e speaks 'he pulls 'er head from 'is chest and looked deep in 'is orbs. At 'is last syllables 'he aims a light kick at 'is hock, laughing slightly.
Alastor, we are silly equines are we not? 'he asked throwing 'er golden tiara lightly in the air.