ROCKY MOUNTAIN || FLAXEN LIVER CHESTNUT ||14.2HH || L.EIGH
It takes every ounce of self-control not to rush the dark brute upon his arrival and demand an immediate explanation. Letting him speak she seethes quietly, alternating her weight from one hoof to the other in a frustrated dance, bitting her tongue and waiting for her moment. Evo words anger her further, could he not see why she is angry, could he not understand that he had done wrong. Listening to him defend his actions, more so lack of action, her attention is brought to a vital piece of information, He doesn’t believe there is anything wrong with the way he has treated me. This changes her game plan dramatically, there is no point yelling and screaming at him like she had planned, he was not going to change because he did not see fault in his ways.
Taking a depth breath she silently restructures her argument and try’s to swallow her temper, she was going to have to approach the topic very carefully if no-one was to get hurt. "Evo" she pauses making sure she has his undivided attention "I have something to ask you" she pauses again this time readying herself "I ask of you my freedom" The words where out now, there was no turning back and her speech suddenly flowed "You are never around Evolutional. I know it might be a lot to ask of a stallion but I want more attention. This might be just a fantasy of mine that will never be filled but I must look, I must try instead of wilting away alone upon these baron lands. You obviously are a busy man and it would not be my place to ask you to change so please. Let me go" She stares at the dark brute not sure what to expect. The last thing she wants to do is to hurt him, to offend him but she is dying inside and she had to put a stop to it.
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