'My best friend isn't dead.'
Solgar notices how she chooses these words rather than 'partner', 'beloved', 'stallion', 'mate', or 'lover'. 'Best friend'. Is she trying to make a point? He studies her face in silence, once again uncertain how to respond, and wonders. Is she subtly telling him that she was never just someone else's mare, but his equal? Or that all she ever had in life was this friend, and that they were nothing more? Or that she doesn't believe in conventional partnerships? Or is she one of those strange types that prefers other mares?
Gods, I don't think I've ever wondered so much in my life.
He's grateful when she changes the subject, though her words are no less indistinct and vague than before. What is she talking about? Ears flicking back in incomprehension, the stallion watches as she swivels to face inland. As she does so, his nose catches a whiff of hormones, and his stomach immediately tightens in longing. Lost for words, he simply grunts and nods to indicate she should lead the way.
Immediately he begins to imagine where she might be taking him. Will it be a place he hasn't seen before? What will they do there? Is she coming onto him? 'Gods' indeed.
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