15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


White ears flicked in concern when Amica hesitated. ‘Content’ was far less than what he wanted to hear. There had been stories of this being a place of peace for mares, a place where possibly they could find happiness and acceptance outside of a traditional herd. To hear something other than that was coming to her made the man less than pleased. He worried that he was the one who had brought her to this place that did not seem to make her happy. His gaze shifted to the mother and daughter who were not hiding their curious stares. There was a little relief in knowing that they at least stayed by Amica’s side. If anyone could fill someone’s days with endless laughter, he had faith it would be the spirited little filly he met briefly.

Her next words had his body shifting so he could look at her completely, his head tilting to the side. It still amazed him that someone could not think of themselves as a useful member of a herd. No matter their place in life, he felt as though if one were a part of something there was a reason and a purpose, or they would not be there. In this case, there was so much that was a part of Amica that she clearly did not realise. She could not feel the warmth that filled him when he looked at her and saw her smile. She did not realise the laughter and happiness she brought the young lady she had befriended. Obviously she had not seen the fire she had ignited in a young colt’s heart when she had promised him a dance. A deep breath emitted from the stallion’s nose and once more he stepped up to her, pressing his side against her’s and running his face gently against her neck. He knew he might have been overstepping his bounds, but something in him yearned to touch this woman who was so much, but thought so little of herself.

“Kind words and a soft smile bring more heat to a hearth and home than a forceful and raging fire. The beauty you bring to life and the kindness you have shown to those around you is more of a treasure to me than someone who will fight and kick and scream.” He hesitated a moment, looking back at the watching women. Lowering his voice, his low tones would only be heard by the blind mare. “It is not what use I have for you. It is that I want to show you my home.” His formallity returned and he stepped back, though his head still slightly bowed. “But only if you wish it.” As much as he wanted her to come with him, he knew the dangers, and he knew herd life on the tundra was not for everyone, no matter his vows and efforts to create safety. The smile returned to his voice. “Even if you chose not to come, I will still visit you, if you will have me.

PAGAN