She yawned, her jaws parting awkwardly, and the gray, soft skin of her lips reeling back to reveal two rows of young, but yellowed teeth. And then the mare snorted, if for no reason other than to just do something. So she snorted again, this time in conjunction with the annoying flick of her thick and flowing tail.
Maybe she was being foolish. Maybe this was a test of her maturity. But all it felt like to Nova was an eerily reminiscent quiet period like that time her mother dragged her to the mainlands to find Shamwari. What an utter disaster that had been. But was this period -- the quiet calm over Tinuvel, the empty Bay and desolate Inlet -- really any different?
There were periods of time during her stay in the Bay that Nova truly felt like she loved Nephilim. It made her so happy she thought her heart would burst. There was a "look at me!" quality to all of it. She had been the lucky one to find a place to live and a stallion to settle down with so easily. She was the luckiest mare alive. But was it all just a dream?
When she thought too much about it she felt her blood begin to boil under her skin and heart beat kicked into high gear. It made her feel warm and light headed in a moment's notice. She felt frantic almost, scared about what this realization really meant. Is this what life was going to be like for her? This constant cycle of endless isolation forever?
As she looked around the empty meadow, she felt the panic begin to bubble up within her. It coated her striking blue eyes in a extra layer of salty moisture. It was all she could do not to just collapse right there in a dramatic scene and sob. But they she spotted him.
The light skinned stallion seemed indifferent to her relative close proximity to him. He had barely cast a glare in her direction at all. But all Nova needed was one look, one quick roll of his eyes, flick of an ear or flare of a nostril for her scent to take it as an invitation to wander over. When she didn't get it right away, she snorted, and decided to approach him anyway.
"I've been standing here for a few minutes now," She said brashly, her tender voice cutting through the silence as she ambled over at a brisk pace, her hips sauntering her weight from left to right with every sweeping step. She halted just a few feet away from him. She studied him there, her heart sinking when she realized just how young he was. He was barely a stallion at all, still a colt in many ways. Not that Nova was much older, even if she felt like she deserved to be with stallions twice her age or more. But at this point, Nova welcomed any and all attention. "Waiting for you to come talk to me."
4 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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