(love and death are all the same)

he offers. she'd take. she eyed him mischievously, brazen in what he'd presented her. of the cove. it sounded exotic--poignantly simple. carried no airs, and it appealed to her, in spite of her naivete towards the islands. her head gave a tilt, with her lips slack in their smirk. although, it did occur to her there'd be no other choice in the matter now. claimed. taken. "morgause of the cove, it'll do."

she glanced around their surroundings, brows tightened in a cynic's rouse. "so shall we see this cove, then? unless this is it." a brow lifted, with a smarmy expression fettering it with playfulness. it seemed clear this was the commonplace open for exploitation. she would not be made small by the accusation of her lack of strength, would not be made a damsel in a manner of distress. no. baiting him for even suggesting she would not make it (despite it being entirely true), she'd goad him. "if it is, i hate to break it to you, but it seems like you have quite the vermin problem."


two year old / gypsy cob / fourteen hands