Han pricks his ears when the young mare says that Shamwari is her father. Without thinking, he lets his eyes rove over her features, looking for a resemblance to a stallion he has never seen before, which is, of course, futile.
“Only by name,” Han says, and does not elaborate. Even if he had wanted to, they are interrupted by the intrusion of a young stallion, who had evidently been hiding in the bushes behind Primrose. Han tenses, and flicks his ears back, but does his best to remain calm in the face of the older - though significantly smaller - male. Yet internally he seethes with displeasure, and not just because of the other’s aggression. Han does not like stallions. He does not like what being in their presence does to him psychologically.
He takes a step backwards, torn between the desire to stay and chat with Primrose and the desire to exit conversation with the stallion as soon as possible. Then he remembers: he is on Persephone’s land. That means they are trespassing, and he has the upper ground.
“It was just a question,” Han mumbles with a hint of annoyance, barely looking at the other stallion. “Anyway, what are you two doing here?”
In truth, he could care less if they had snuck out or come here to cause trouble. This may be Han’s home for now, but he has no emotional tie to anyone here except his mother. He asks his question out of nothing more than pure curiosity.
2; mutt; sooty buckskin; 16.2hh
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