Taytim

Taytim was genuinely confused by the vast majority of the things the other mare said, and did. She had never learned the arts of sass and seduction, never needing them or figuring they were worth her while. Honesty, consideration, and innocent laughter were the tones her voice and actions took. The more she was around the pirate queen though, the more she could get a sense of the other mare and gain an understanding of her meanings behind the odd actions. Ysabell pranced around them, throwing snide remarks and sarcasm that Taytim had started to just let roll off her, whether she understood what was being said or not.

....then what would we do with you? The chestnut thought back to a conversation she had with another horse before and snorted softly at her own inside joke. “Chop me up and feed me to the giant lion in the sky.” she muttered under her breath before answering, her head held high and proud. “I go where I want, when I want, and however I want to.” Her voice was firm and filled with conviction. “You could neither send me away or nor keep me here if I had the will to do otherwise.” She may not have been much of a fighter, but there were things in her life she knew she would do anything to maintain. Her eyes followed Ysabell and she finally smiled at her when she blew on her locks, warming up the the seductress at last. Part of her still did not entirely know how she felt about the other mare, but she was beginning to know she did not hate her.

She was beckoned forward and trotted to catch and keep up. Beside Rodrigo she slowed to match his pace.

“What is your experience with herds like this? I have heard of them, but never come across one.” Her father had told her about herds of mares that existed in the world, and had spoken that if she had found herself in such a herd, he had hoped she would not have had to linger long. He had also talked of bachelor herds, but with much distaste. They were the ones that threatened his boarders, and tried to steal off hig mares. To the proud stallion, they were gangs of thieves that were not strong enough to win, protect, and raise their own. He would have been shamed to see his sons in such herds or his daughters lost to them. As far as the rules and traditions of herds like these, Taytim had not a clue what such a life or a family would be like. Though she was sorry for leading Rodrigo into this trap, she could not deny that her adventurous spirit was excited by the chance to experience something new. Her excitement was only multiplied by the reality that she was going to have a chance to teach her child about this. The story her foal was about to be born into was an exciting one indeed.

~:Mare

~:Morgan Mutt

~:14.2hh

~:Black Chestnut

~:3 Years