Relief sung through her body. Avangeline did not like to be alone but she had chosen to be of her own volition. To meet a stranger who she felt she could trust who agreed to stand vigilant as she slept… her gaze reached with a quick flash to the sky. A fond smile touched her mouth as she looked back at the black stallion, Anonymous. A quiet word of thanks was given to Tsura for surely having guided this sweet stranger her way in a time where she was privately distraught and lost.
As he moved closer – even just the fraction of the inch which it was – Avangeline grew confident and comfortable stepping closer, too. She moved until her front was past his; as though she could swing her head and rub her teeth over his wither to groom him. She did not touch him, but there were mere inches between their bodies and, in the autumn evening, the warmth from his body was a comfort. She lowered her head, just comfortably so, and cocked a back hoof to lean her weight, jet black tail giving a soft flick in the dark. Maybe in the midst of the night she’d shift a little closer. Maybe she’d awaken in the morning, pressed lightly, comfortably against his side.
Her eyelids felt heavier and heavier, her breaths shallower and shallower.
Come morning, she would thank him once more. Come morning, she would say goodbye. Come morning, she would feel comfortable enough to reach and lightly lay her muzzle to his neck, parting with the sweetest, kindest of kisses. This encounter would warm a heart which so desperately needed it while she continued to walk silently through the overgrowth of vegetation, gaze reaching for any black stallion she saw, waiting… wondering…
Darkness came in its entirety and Avangeline welcomed it, lost to the peace which sleep could bring, each breath drug in heavily perfumed with Anonymous’ comforting scent as he stood watch.
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