Braylen couldn’t help but laugh at Azazel’s mention of bald patches. He could already image how many she would have by time the young girl was weaned. With a smile on his face he dips his head down so it is level with Fleyri so that he could actually see her from where she was hiding. Slowly she became brave enough to venture out and take in his scent, all the while Braylen holding still so not to startle the girl.
Quickly enough the moment is over and she scurries back to her mother’s side. Braylen can’t help but be slightly disappointed but he does not let it show on his face. The stallion keeps his smile and raises his head to once again look at Azazel instead. “It’s fine.” He assures, not wanting to push the filly past what she was comfortable with. Obviously she was nervous of him and in some ways that comforted Braylen. “At least you know she won’t venture off with a strange stallion.” He pointed out before he took a few steps away. “I’ll see you later, Azazel. Bye Fleyri.” He said, giving them one last smile before walking away.
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