Don't blink! Don't even blink

Satitba did not understand why someone would be interested in the ‘spying’ business. She’d heard the term only once or twice in her life. She had been lucky, her mother and her own wanderings had kept her out of the way of herds at war or lands that were contended. With the way words slipped from her tongue, Satitba could easily be considered a spy. She knew enough about the term, though, to know it had a bad taste in her mouth. The way it was spoken of seemed to indicate it was something she did not want to be. She let Imp size her up.

Then the conversation turned to stallions. Satitba cocked her head a little at the younger mare’s quick barrage of questions. She snorted, going over them.

“Well…” Satitba paused. “Led’s seen… Act’ly, Ah ain’t from da ahlands. ‘Ell… guess dat ain’t tot’ly true. My ma said Ah was born on some able dat was cold. She told meh dat my pa was a big brute who did noth’n but bahte ‘er an’ keep ‘er quiet. Bu’, Ah ain’t metta stallion like dat. Sa, know’n my ma, she might’ve been exadderat’n. Ah’ve met a coupla boy since Ah god ‘ere. None o’ dem scared meh. In fact, dey were all perfect gen’lecolts.” She giggled a bit.

“Dare wuz dis un boy,” She started to laugh, remembering her encounter with Josh. He had been sweet, but the experience had been comical. “Stard’d out by call’n me ‘Dear’ and den, ‘e bowed a’ meh. Dat ain’t som’m normal boys da. Let meh tell ya dat.” She looked at Imp. “Git off da mout’n much?” She doubted it from the questions Imp was asking. It was polite to ask though and not assume. Satitba decided she wouldn’t be doing any more of that today.

//mare//3 springs//16.3hh//of the peak//perlino blanket//children//rurisk x dia//blushie//

Satitba