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Even while her head was cloudy with fear, Rhaella didn't fail to notice that she had frightened the stallion with her outburst almost as much as he had frightened her with his unexpected vicinity. This calmed her slightly. The lion does not shy from the gazelle, does he? she mused, though she continued to eye him from a safe distance, the sinews of her chestnut neck lifting her head high with indignation, and one foreleg frozen in mid-air, as though the threat of a kick was sure to ward him away.

The stranger didn't need to know that Rhaella would never actually resort to violence.

As her heart rate slowed and her breathing softened, the mare regained control of her senses, and so, slowly, as though afraid any sudden movements would incite an attack on her behalf, she lowered her leg back to the earth and relaxed the tense muscles in her neck so that she looked not down at him, but directly at him. Though there was still distrust in her sharp green eyes, her ears flicked forward, revealing her inner relief that she was safe and sound thus far.

”You apparate as if from nowhere, and say you mean me no harm... how am I to trust your words, demon?”

Despite the callousness of her speech, her voice was weaker than before: lacking the strength of a sure mind. Rhaella wanted to believe he had indeed been there the entire time; after all, now that she really looked at him, and saw the youth and innocence reflected in his eyes and posture, the softness of his physical contours in the pale light of dawn, she did not truly believe him to be a foul monster come to feast on her body.

But these days you could never be too careful.



mare : 3 : sooty flaxen chestnut sabino (ref) : saddlebred mix : 15hh
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