Larka feels her heart begin to thud quicker as Nikola touches her. It is something she craves, with every touch she is more and more sure about her feelings for the stallion. So, in turn, she pressed her face into his neck, wanting nothing more than to huffle over him until she was absolutely sure he was unharmed. But a light touch did the job. Her eyes then flew to the mare in question as Nikola introduced them. Larka sent her a smile, small and subtle much like her personality, but still a smile none-the-less. ”Nice to—“ The mare then cut her off, (though it was likely she didn’t even hear the mare’s quiet voice) snappily before trotting off into the distance.

Larka, mouth agape, watched her leave and gasped. Her ears fell back in an embarrassed sort of way and her eyes flew to the ground. ”Oh Nikola.” She said in a rather somber voice. She wanted nothing more than him to wrap her up so she might never feel embarrassment again. ”I’m sorry. I never meant to offend her.” There was little Larka, apologizing for problems that were not her own. Her icy eyes looked up and into the distance after the mare. She hoped they would have another chance to work things out, but with the way she felt the bay mare would have to approach her first. Her ears flicked back toward Nikola. ”Should you go after her? I’ll stay.” She offered, raising her head slightly. Perhaps though, the mare just needed some space.

”What did I do wrong.” She whispered to herself as she looked into the horizon. No longer was the ridge Nikola’s and hers, now it was all of theirs, and she had to learn to get along with whomever Nikola saw fit to bring in.

LARKA