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Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam

His first statement is lost to the wind around the mare. Even the Voice has gone quiet - perhaps in shock. Or perhaps the scream in the sorrel’s mind drowns out the imagination. It is rage and hurt. There’s nothing else that can describe the sensation that shook the quarter horse cross.

She was surprised at the touch of his muzzle against her cheek. She had the presence of mind to realize it was there. And the single word.

Sorry

But what for? Was he sorry he’d taken her from Nik in the first place - put her in this position now? Or was he sorry that Nik had chosen to leave her here? Was he sympathizing with her pain?

Questions Vesti couldn’t begin to answer. But she didn’t reject the touch. Though, the thought of a nip in his face did cross her mind. Vesti was not violent. She made a good show, but her bark was worse than her bite. It always would be. Instead, she simply didn’t say anything.

She stomped a foot restlessly. But then she did something rather unexpected. She returned the nuzzle then strode passed him towards another shady tree, splashing through the shallows of the watering hole.
html and character by blushie; image by ahisgett @ flikr


{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]


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