Truth be Told {Alabaster & Angelia}

Alabaster's anxieties from earlier that day would have to be put on hold and they drained from his mind surprisingly easily once Angelia mentioned an angry bull hog. He gulped nervously, glancing at the bush. Lucky thing they were Arabians, one of the fastest and most agile horse breeds across the islands, but neither were in much shape to speed away. Angelia was sick with foal and Alabaster had already galloped halfway across the island not long ago and the old wound on one of his front legs, despite no longer being visible thanks to the healers, was emitting a dull throb up the length of his canon.
He suppressed a whimper as she nudged him away and he began to canter as she urged him on, but then he heard a dull thud and screaming, anticipating what he might see, the white stallion spun back around and nearly screamed himself when he saw the boar leaping atop Angelia. "N-no!" he yelped, stumbling forward in a weak attempt to help. "H-here piggy, piggy!" he called, desperately trying to lure the animal away. Did they come when called? He didn't think so. Such disobedient creatures! No manners! No civilization!
Well.
He'd had quite enough misbehavior for one evening.
"YOU SIR ARE BEING REPROUCHFULLY DISRESPECTFUL!" He shouted loud enough to sway the beast's attention away from his companion and toward himself. Nothing a good tongue lashing wouldn't cure, in fact, this beastly creature probably hadn't been reprimanded all his life, he just needed a little discipline was all. Deep down, all creatures could see reason if proper training and a good solid schedule were in place, or so believed Alabaster.
"YES YOU!" he shouted, commander style.
"Remove yourself from the lady's back and-!"
The bull hog snorted, paused, then charged him.
Tsk. Well at least it had obeyed his orders.
He turned tail and leapt away, ignoring the dull throb in in his leg as he leaped over a fallen log and toward a pond, veering away from the water at the last minute, he heard a splash as the bull hog thrashed about in the algae infested waters. He wondered how long it would keep the angry beast occupied. They were fast and strong, but lacked quick reflexes, maybe he could use that to his advantage.

"Agreed." Alabaster nickered wearily, plodding tiredly toward the looming stone structures along the horizon. The rest of the herd would be in a field somewhere for the night, but Alabaster didn't want to lead Angelia back there after what he'd learned, he wanted the two of them to stay together. Just the two of them. That way he'd have a little time to at least calm his mind and emotions by her side before they had to face the herd tomorrow, let alone the king. After something like this, he found it imperative to confide in king Vasska. Such an incident was his duty to report, though he would make sure no one knew of her identity. That way they could decide and plan for any further action on the matter.
As they entered the city and clip clopped down the cracked asphalt path, Alabaster noticed a building he recognized from a previous venture into the city with his neice and a now deceased friend. His brown eyes darted warily over its rough and worn brick walls and shattered Windows resembling empty eye sockets. The the
Gaping entrance a mouth to swallow them up. It was where he had been attacked by a cougor and his leg sliced so he couldn't walk, but he was almost certain the big cat had died in the scuffle that followed, though he couldn't be sure as it had been flung out a window and disappeared, but it was unlikely to haunt this place any longer. He shuddered to recall the memory.
"Here will be fine." he said, motioning with a nod of his head to the building. It had heaps of ratty fabrics and moth-eaten manakins scattered across its floor, making for a soft bed if one pulled all the cloth together.

Trailing after the mare, he began gathering a few pieces of fabric for their pile and lay down beside her when they were done. He gently brushed his velvety nose along her silky mane in a gesture of comfort, but came to a sudden stop as he bumped into something hard and solid, something that was not at all hair.
"Hold on!" was all the warning he gave her as he gripped the twig between his teeth and tried to yank it from the snarls of her wavy mane. This was not ok. Twigs belonged on trees not in horse manes! "I'll get it out for you!" he said determindly around the branchy priece of wood, still tugging.

Alabaster was relieved to finally pull out the snagged branch. That would have driven him crazy all night if it had been there and he couldn't get it out! One day, he would convince her to become his business partner and they would make a career out of meddling in others lives by making them look fabulous, he just knew it.
But until then, he had plenty else to keep them occupied, like the foal she was expecting. He still wasn't sure how to take that. It wasn't her fault...but still, what would it be like? What if took after it's father's criminal bloodlines? He nearly shivered at the thought.
"Try and sleep well." he whispered at last. "We have a big day tomorrow. Be careful on your mission." he cautioned, though he doubted it was necessary. Really, what danger would they run into? The exiles and bachelors had already left the Olde island and they would probably only spot a few little forest critters. It would be like a peaceful stroll through the valley. A small sigh escaped his lips as he thought of his own mission. Again, he found it uneccasary, though perhaps just a general cation, as he had already seen the exiles hastening away with his own eyes. He doubted he'd need to chase any off, though he wouldn't regret it if he did.

Alabaster's ears pricked in surprise. He felt he already knew plenty about Angelia. She has told him of her childhood, shown a great deal of spirit for adventure, and they had talked when on their walks, but he realized with a start that he had, for once in his life, been doing more listening than talking.
Had he told her about his sister or his parents? Did she know where he hung out most or what he did as an advisor?
"I like blue." He said at last. "And purple is nice too."
He stated blankly at the wall decaying wall on the opposite end of the room, trying to think of what to say next. "And, well, I had a sister. I can't remember if I told you that?"