Vera assessed the painted stallion, trying to read his face as he chuckled. She’s maybe a bit uncomfortable, more accustomed to her own company than anyone else’s. More accustomed to her own company than everyone else’s. A simple conversation was enough to raise her blood pressure, these days. That, and she couldn’t tell the intent of the man, and maybe… was he the danger? No. Certainly he wouldn’t tell on himself like this? Vera had no way of knowing.
Still, he seemed kind enough. She watched his expression drop. Vera felt guilty about that, to a degree at least. Her heart ached in her chest, weight shifting a bit as he spoke. A small swim… he wanted her to go home with him? Softly, maybe a bit warily, the mare nodded. “I think I can,” at least it wasn’t so frigid as it had been a bit ago. In winter, she was likely too soft. But spring had come, and she was… well, she was doing her best. Then you can make whatever decisions you’d like for your future, the words make Vera swallow hard. She hadn’t even thought that far ahead yet.
He moved forward, and Vera would follow. She moves at his haunch, gaze soft. “Will we get there before dark?” Now would likely not be the time to mention it, but the small pony had her fears… the dark was one of them. Right. Danger was reasonable, and something to consider. At least she wasn’t alone.
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