Even though the hill behind them is disappearing from sight, Neassa still moves on, enjoying it whenever his teeth connected with the skin of her withers. It urged her on even more and she picked up the pace into a trot, much like Solgar but hers was not as high. She risked a glance over her shoulder, to see what the roan was up to. She wanted to see if he was about to stop her but no, the blue roan was only eager to follow after her.
She turned back around and rolled her eyes. A stallion giving into his desires. With a chuckle she spurred off, back hoofs kicking up enough snow to send his way as she rounded a tree and simply stood there, peaking around the other side. She could almost be a snake by the way she wrapped herself around the scratchy bark. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked over to her stallion. Her stance was one of playfullness, not sexual drive.
a small nicker echoed from her throat, and she lashed her tail eager to begin a game with him.
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