asha & zakhar
Precious. What an odd name.
With lips thoughtfully parted, Asha stood mulling this over for a moment while Zakhar giggled out loud. Before she could scold him, however, the little silver mare began backing away in hasty retreat. Asha watched dumbly for a few seconds before pinning her ears back and snaking her head toward the roan colt. She did not bite, but the sight of her bared teeth was enough to send him leaping away. "Look what you did," she chastised, and the colt - obviously confused - blinked up at her with a wide-eyed expression.
Asha whipped her head back toward the retreating form of Precious and took a step after her. "Wait," she called out, her voice softening. Under her breath, she muttered a command to Zakhar, who - after a moment's hesitation - trotted after the silver-haired mare with his head hanging low in guilt.
His dark eyes staring solemnly at the ground, he uttered in a monotone, "Please, don't go. I'm sorry I laughed at you." From behind him, the dappled form of Asha nodded once in satisfaction.
Of course, neither of them had any idea of the silver mare's true reasons for attempting to make an escape.
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