I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
The mare couldn't honestly remember the last time she'd set foot on the Crossing. Though it must have been the day she returned to the Islands. Back then she was still very much in the game, happy to be on the prowl for a stallion whom she could charm and ultimately manipulate. She wanted a stable home and she wanted to be in control. That's where Valentine found her, waiting pretty in the common. That's how she first landed in the Prairie, having been the first mare to ever follow the appaloosa stallion home. That's how she secured her status of lead mare. That's where she gave birth to Shamwari. Then Vita Nova and finally Paradiso.
But life had changed so much since then.
Evaline was even older now. All of her children had up and abandoned her. She was living on Salem, of all places, and loathed the Dunes and its dry heat. She was surprised by how much she missed the Prairie and its calm sea of tall grasses and mild conditions. She still fantasized of the easy days she'd spent alongside Valentine there, in between the more dramatic periods of her life that almost always involved her children in some way. And here she was, uprooted and miserable, because of them.
Not all was terrible though, she mused. Gabbar was young and fit and attentive. She didn't have to try as hard as she initially assumed to capture and hold his attention. It helped that she was his only companion. But she knew it was only a matter of time before he attracted more.
Golden-tipped audibles were pricked forward at attention as her wide chocolate brown orbs took in the landscape around her. Delicate soft-skinned nostrils flare as she allows a bored exhale to escape her. Chocolate-colored eyes roll over the pairs of stallions and mares in the distance with little interest. In her youth, this was perhaps her favorite game. The mare loved sauntering into the common lands and interrupting conversations. Evaline was known for cuddling up with strange men just to get a rise out of the mare they were with, or injecting herself into group conversations just to turn the spotlight on her. But she felt a little too old for that today.
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |