The mare chuckles at his remark, “You are not that drastically older than me Solgar.” Her lips twitches as she tilts her head, “I cant decide if I should call you Sol or Gar.” Blue eyes gaze at him with a mixture of irritation and laughter. She never knew how she was feeling towards the particular horse in front of her. He seemed to do things that rubbed her the wrong way on one hand but the other she was always happy to seek him out. Winter sighed and looked out towards the herd only half listening to the things he was saying, she had known her words would probably kick up his dander like most things she said did but his onslaught she was not quite expecting.

Her tone becomes cold, calm, and dangerous. “You cant force me to do anything, if I had a foal it would be of my own choosing and it would be my responsibility.” Her lips pulled back as she bared her teeth, daring him to come closer. The proximity of his nose to her face making the mare very irritable. Winter glares at him her blue orbs shooting machetes. “I don’t know if blood maters, you don’t seem to have bonded much with any of the horses dwelling here.” Her body tenses as she get more and more agitated, she props up a hind hoof ready to deliver a sturdy blow if it came to it.

If you want someone elses, you can leave. Those words definitely get the golden girls attention. Her ears press against her skull and she gives him a look to kill. The words struck a chord deep in her soul, to be so callous and simple about such a sensitive issue has her rethinking her whole plan. She could just wait until he leaves and the Inlet is once again in limbo to get knocked up, but it might not be in breeding season. Her ears flick back and forth with indecision. Or I could, leaving this place is something she had never thought about since her return. The icy weather and snow were so calming for her the idea of leaving it made her feel quite ill. Winter looked away from him her ears drooping in defeat. If I want one I had better do it now while the going is good. Maybe the foal would have a chance to have a male figure in its life. She sighs before fully giving in. “Fine Solgar.” She turns away from the roan and starts away towards her own personal haven. Winter calls back over her shoulder. “I am not leaving so you had better find me some time to get this over with before I change my mind.” She flicks her creamy tail and trots off with ears laid back and her stride stiff and angry. Any warmth she may have had for him is snuffed out with each intake of the icy Inlet air.


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