Just had to make sure it was still here.
There had been a growing feeling that he couldn't quite identify slithering up and down his spine in the long pause she had taken before replying. Now, he understands what it is: discomfort. Her words, the way she stares blankly into space, pretty much everything about her suggests she is not all there, that there's something not quite right with her. She paints an impression of someone who has wandered alone for a long time, who has no one left in the world but herself. Solgar traces her topline with his eyes, and guesses that she has had a couple of children, but that they are long fledged. Is she lonely?
"Expecting it to get up and walk away?" he responds dryly, shifting his weight and flicking an ear back. He hopes she'll confirm, even if just in some vague way, that she had been joking. He doesn't want to have to deal with someone who is completely crazy. But the more he looks at her, the more he truly believes she is just lonely. And coming back to an old home... she must be experiencing some bittersweet memories right now. Then again, every other mare in this place seems to have experienced the same thing. It's like this place is a haven for lost souls.
To her question he replies simply, to disguise the maelstrom of confused thoughts in his brain. "Solgar."
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