RAZVAN
male // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

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Alexa’s call was what returned his. A quicker step caused Razvan to move out into a slow trot as he couldn’t wait to see her. His thoughts of earlier vanished just as soon as he had heard her voice upon the wind and as she crested the dune before him he again let out a nicker. Excitement played in him that he had forgotten he possessed. Calm yourself Razvan did not want to make himself sick again and so slowed to a stop as he watched Alexa start her decent. Yet as she did it seemed their daughter’s carelessness nearly sent the mare over.


Fear laced him as he watched but it seemed her leg had grown stronger as she balanced herself out and made it to him just fine. He didn’t even see a limp! She reached for his muzzle and he freely gave it, brushing it against her lovingly as she inquires where he has been. “It seems the matter with Debonaire has been unsettling.” He admits as he closes his eyes with a smile upon her word of Love. How it made him warm inside, and not from the heat that beat down on him.


Reaching over he nuzzles along her neck, flipping up her mane playfully with his nose. “Seems your leg is healing. I’m sorry I haven’t checked with you sooner”
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