choose your battles
Soljor was just rounding the section when he heard hooves behind him. He stopped and looked, any tenseness or worry fading when he saw, when he smelled, who it was.
Mercury.
His heart stopped for a moment. She was lighter than when they had first met, but she was still the woman he had done so much for. He smiled and waited for her to catch up. He knew she had arrived from the Lagoon recently. Despite the wait, he had been consumed with keeping the herd safe. Now, here she was.
Why did he value her company so much?
Little Caliber came galloping behind. He looked so much like Harlequin and Stardust that Soljor realized any lie about the colt’s true sire could have been believed. He did absentmindedly wonder where the two girls were. They were old enough now to wander around without their mothers’ supervision - regardless about what the adults thought. Soljor wondered if Caliber had meet the girls yet.
Regardless, Mercury came up and Soljor eagerly reached out to touch her nose with his. It was to remind himself that now there was nothing any stallion could do to take her away again. She was real. She was here. She was his.
“Good morning,” He greeted. He looked back at little Caliber, galloping as hard as he could to catch up to the adults. “How are you doing?”
stallion | six | 16.0 hh | gypsy vanner mutt | silver smoky black tobiano | leads the bay | o melhor x tallynne