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Hey. The masculine voice jostled me from my panicked observation of the wide-open space and I flinched away from it reflexively. It was so deep and unexpected that I reacted instinctively, tucking the cream strands of my tail and dropping my head submissively. I whirled toward the sound only to find what was - undeniably - the biggest horse I'd ever seen in my life. And, I realized with a horrified little jolt, he was a stallion.

I shifted back from him and clacked my mouth to show I was harmless, hoping to avoid any threat of violence. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, if I was honest. I had never been around a stallion, let alone one that dwarfed me by almost ten inches and I felt like small potatoes next to him. For a long moment nothing happened beyond my submissive gestures and his imposing scowl, but eventually, he began to speak again and I hoped - for one bright soaring instant - that I would understand, but it was just as nonsense to me as speech had ever been.

Yuu awlight? Yuu… yuu ronnoon?

I tried to understand. I really did. I stood silent for a moment, brow scrunched and clacking paused as I tried to sort the sounds and syllables into anything resembling speech, but it remained as garbled as it had back home. When coupled with his scowl of only moments before, I was having a hard time reconciling the almost… concerned… tone of his voice. Finally, with a frustrated little sigh, I shook my head in a frustrated little wiggle, accepting that I did not understand. I could tell he'd asked a question given that his voice had lifted at the end, implying that an answer was required, but that didn't help me much. What would I be agreeing to if I said yes?

He hadn't attacked me, nor had he moved too close (although he was plenty close for my nervous little heart), and had clearly paused long enough for me to engage in conversation. Surely this meant that he wasn't one of those crazy stallions that the two-legged's had handled back home. The ones that roared and screamed and wore chains over their noses when they came out of their stalls. Those ones were terrifying and I was glad that my barn had never been next to theirs.

I worried my lower lip with my teeth nervously before wincing with a soft hiss as I drew blood from the repetitive motion. Finally, after what was an excruciatingly long pause for both of us, I sucked in a breath and nodded my head. The way I saw it, saying yes to whatever it was that he had asked was less likely to make him mad… and I certainly didn't want to see him mad.

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