Pilar was happy for a moment—she smiled at her new friend and edged in closer toward her, pressing her narrow frame against the larger-boned girl. Silvanus made her feel safe. Her genuine excitement at the ease of which they immediately bonded made the Marwari girl’s stomach feel warm inside.
It was a short lived happiness however. When she noticed the stallion with the scars and tangled mane sauntering over, she took a step back again, the cold ocean surf rushing back in over her fetlocks once more. The chill ran up her legs and into her spine and she shivered beside her new friend.
She let Silvi speak first, not very eager to tell the strange stallion anything about herself. What could he want? Perhaps he was looking for someone as her companion suggested, but Pilar had seen enough strange stallions to know they weren’t all so innocent. His scent too, seemed wrong. Familiar in the worst way.
“Please don’t make us leave,” she begged, worry edging through in her voice. She thought about running but Silvanus clearly was not as concerned, and Pilar did not want to lose her new friend so soon. She shifted her weight, preparing her body for the idea anyway, and she hoped that perhaps either Silvi would have the same idea or the strange stallion wouldn’t be as terrible as she feared.
pilar
Look at this tangle of thorns.
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