[let me light up the sky]
The exercise and the sunshine on her bay coat had warmed her up quite a bit, but the air was still chilly and something she was not quite used to. An occasional shiver ran up her spine, though she ignored these as she turned towards the answering whinny. Not one, but two stallions approached her, and her nerves skyrocketed. Pulse did not know if she would be ready for this. She paused in her walk, however, and though she pawed the hard ground. Muscles tense, she let her ears flicker back and forth, trying to take in all the sounds.
The pair that approached was curious to say the least. They looked similar, one young and lanky and not yet grown into his body and the other older, a stallion in his prime. She wondered for a moment if they were father and son, but then that thought was cut short by the younger’s boisterous introduction. She shifted, and lashed her tail against her hocks. No, she was not ready for this. This level of interaction was a bit overwhelming, but she had to admit that the duo was somewhat amusing.
Who in their right mind would let one so young lead a herd? Did they not understand how dangerous it was? She shuffled her weight, and through her mane, peered at the dynamic duo. “Uh…hi,” she managed, her voice small and cracking. She wished she had stayed at the Crossing. What was she thinking, coming here?
“I’m Pulse,” she acknowledged after a moment of quiet. She was pleased to know that her first guess – that they were father and son – was correct, but to see their easy dynamic was a little painful. She was able to admit that this might be why she was feeling a little overwhelmed. Maybe she had not been ready to unexpectedly deal with children yet, and by the lanky look of Wonka, he was still but a child.
Her eyes, instead, focused on Tarrant; Wonka’s vivaciousness was too much for her to take so suddenly. “Thank you for the welcome,” she said, “I’m…I’m just looking around, if that’s okay?” She had heard stories of mares forced to stay with stallions after wandering into their lands, and chastised herself for forgetting herself. She was the one who thought mares were stupid to wander certain places in breeding season; here she was making the same mistake.
For emphasis to her words that she was just looking around, she clamped her tail to her rump. No, she was not looking to have children – either with this Tarrant or his too-young son.
P U L S E
[let me tell you why
i would die for you] |