[ mhr gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ Sarama (x Fell) / Shvana (x Fell) ◅
Mṛgaśira was hardly one to withhold what was hers to offer, most especially not from her Husband. It would be this same mentality that kept her from responding to Kohelet’s abandonment in any way but sad resignation and tender care for the man who was left in her wake. She would offer no judgment, but she was bound to the large black beast of the Bay in an irrefutable way. By marriage, by children, by affection he did offer in his own way. The horrors that had the capability of chasing Kohelet from his embrace were things too familiar in tale and too tame by comparison of those she had learned as a filly in history lessons.
Instead she would focus on what was immediately before her eyes and nose. She grooms him firmly, glad to see that her choices and pressures are enough to draw out of him such contentment and satisfaction. He is tall enough that she must reach to all those harder places, but she twists her head at her neck just fine to gain more purchase and more thorough grooming. His returned affections are done more lazily but it does not disappoint her, she was well groomed by her own daughter that morning, and instead it makes her a little smug with accomplishment. The more lazed his grooming, the more flimsy the lip and tooth against her hide, the better a job she had done.
Her pause, though, is when her heart flutters the most. His attention returns, his nibbles and rubs until lightening again in his reach. It is her turn to bask, her eyes drifting closed with a rib stretching sigh deep enough to have fed life into a whole other horse. A great weight off her heart after the attempted theft and her hiding away since. The fear she had not realized still remained fell from her like the dust and fur that his nibbles disrupt and send floating to the earth beneath them.
She rests her face against him and he wraps her up against him with a tug of his overlaid neck. Then sensation and the season flares her nostrils, ears fluttering like those of a bat in the presence of music. She snaps her haunches with her tail, a small drag of her chin over his hip rubbing repeatedly in a line. The combined welling of comfort and accomplishment makes her bold, a throaty nicker breathily inviting without resorting to a more coquettish second tail flip or nip or squeal. She was not so bold as that, but her nostrils do not relax, her ears fix on him, and she does let her tail snap around her hip and across his far shoulder nonetheless.
Sarama was a strong child able to care for herself and he had given her the grace of peace the seasons between her birth and the one now heating their blood - taking that and his successful defense of her… Well, he was handsome, he was strong, he, through her, provided a strong child, he smelled like the ambrosia of gods after such a self-prompted workout… Can’t blame a girl, right?
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ six years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅