He was a pesky thing wasn’t he? Much like a fly. Many would have left, not finding interest in her attitude. Instead, he lowers his large head and peers at her curiously. Offering such great things that would surely woo any other mare. Letting her gaze rest on his face again since it was more eye level, she frowned at the brown and white brute. “Why would you do that?” She demanded but then let out a snort. “And, of course I’m not hurt. I won’t be laying here like this if I was.”
As if to prove a point, the little mare got up without thinking. She stood easily enough, but her legs were quick to start shaking under her again. She eyed the stallion again, realizing he was rather huge compared to her. He could break her without giving much effort, and could have anything he wanted if he had a mind too. Lace wouldn’t let a mare’s concern show on her face. Instead she kept that same cranky expression. “Satisfied?” She huffed. And since she was standing, she moved a few steps so she could reach some more grass to continue eating.
Lace
13.1hhs – 2yrs old – british spotted pony – bay leopard |