Can’t go back, I’m haunted
It was true that Fatalé usually tried to keep her emotions somewhat behind closed doors. In fact, that was her goal. Show only what others were looking for so as to get an in. That was why she hadn’t approached the familiar arabians before. But she was glad when the flea-bitten mare came first. The wild bay looked at the pair. She smiled and gave a nod.
“And El Halin, correct?” She asked. She nodded at Iftikhar.
“Charmed.” She observed the chestnut choosing to look over the others in the Falls. She couldn’t think much of it; after all disinterest was a common ploy. She turned her attention back to the flea-bitten mare.
“I’ve been up and down,” Fatale answered.
“But things have been mellow here on the Crossing. How about yourself?” She glanced at the pair.
“Seems as if you have been somewhere warmer this past year.” They had thin coats, as opposed to her temperate one. Her winter one was starting to come in.
((Sorry its short and crappy...))
mare : nine : arabian : wild bay : 14.2 hh : lagoon : mother of three