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The painted stallion felt his ears pushing forward in surprise as she apologized. Out of all the times he had approached a mare to alert her to the dangers of this place, Bacardi couldn’t recall any of them apologizing. Perhaps he just didn’t remember? Regardless, he couldn’t help but let out a small, quiet chuckle. “You do not have to apologize to me. I was only wanting to let you know.” He said, but upon closer inspection now that he stood a few steps away, Bacardi could begin to pick out the tired lines upon her body and face. It washed away his smile, and he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh.


“If you can handle another small swim, I would like for you to come home with me.” he said, no joking or humor upon his face now. “It is a safe place where you can rest and recover from your journey here. Then you can make whatever decisions you’d like for your future.” Bacardi held no desire to keep her prisoner in the Bay. It was a rugged environment, not meant for everyone. But by the coat she wore, he wondered if she was indeed thrive there. Either way, it would be her decision to make.


Giving a small nod to the mare, Bacardi continued on his way, letting the mare decide just what she’d like to do. If she did come, then during their walk to the shore, he would ask her name and offer his own.

five years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

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