She huffed in response, flicking her still-wet tail aside, which whipped sharply from its doubled weight. She pointed her ears in his direction and she stepped closer, finally offering her nose to him so they may familiarize with each others scents. Had she been any younger (or insecure for that matter) the mare might have taken offense to his loud thought.

But his was not the first question asked. It seemed everyone she came across remarked or questioned about her eyes. Her vision was rapidly waning with each year (sometimes month by month), and as much as this troubled her, she had learned to deal with it. It was the only way – the way her dam had raised her from day one.

“ Save your breath. “ she said ,” There are no need for apologies. “ she vaguely explained, but he needn't wait much longer to get a further explanation.

“I've come to rely heavily on my instincts. When they say run, I run. When they say hold your ground, I obey. When they say find shelter, I make do with what I can. That is how I've come so far. “ she said.

“ Sometimes. “ she answered in regards to his question finally. “ But not well, when I can. “