And you look miserable. Pfft, as if he actually knew what it felt like. He does not know the feeling of toting around a growing child, who with every waking minute it kicks and pummels her ribs. Nor did he know the exhaustion. A smirk touches her lips as she turns her seeing eye on the stallion. "As if, you would ever know," she snaps with a dramatic clack of her teeth.
Deciding, she tilts her head slightly. As if coming to the commons was a place for decisions to be made. In her experience, this was a place for your decisions to be made for you. "Deciding what? Exactly?" she asks, the strange man.
"The commons seems like a poor place to make a decision," she informs him, and pauses briefly before continuing. "This is a place where decisions are made for you, in the form of herd leader to come and make a claim on you," she says with a smirk touching her dark lips. She waits for his reaction. How would he react to her words?
Draft Mutt - Liver Chestnut Roan Appy - Mare - 16.2 hh
One eyed Seeress of the Badlands
mother of kimber
