The forest was quiet, save for the quiet sounds of nocturnal creatures beginning to stir and go about their unseen lives. The scents of several other horses hung faintly in the air, stronger in some places than others, but Daedra could not hear anything larger than a bird in the vicinity. If there were others here they were not nearby. She was not a stupid mare – she knew that this stallion intended to keep her. His avid interest could mean nothing else, and she could safely assume that this was his home – or at least his home for tonight. Daedra did not need a herd, she had proved that long ago, yet here she was. If she hadn’t made the decision to allow this stallion to take her, she could easily have run off by now – perhaps even fought him off, if necessary – but she hadn’t. It was almost… nice, to be wanted. She would face the consequences if and when she pleased. Daedra’s lips twitched into a small smile as she listened to the stallion’s words. His red face, closer to her than the rest of him, seemed to glow in the low light, almost disembodied by the shadows. They were still strangers - strangers who had claimed each other for their own seemingly random purposes – but strangers nonetheless. “I don’t know yours either,” Daedra replied, her voice equally hushed, an airy whisper. She paused a moment, tilting her head questioningly at the stallion. “I’m Daedra.” |