as I wandered the forest, the green leaves among, i heard a wild flower singing a song

she is young, but not entirely unaware of the way her presence affects the stronger sex. the feeling of being watched, desired, is not unusual for her by any means but the interest she sees flash across the tall golden stallions facade stirs her nerves. her body, nubile and pale, shivers once again and she can’t help but feel that she is playing with fire. still she endeavors to be nothing but sweetness. as her icy blue eyes wash over him she notices the tightening of his body as she nears his hip and steps away politely. his demeanor confuses her, washing back and forth from kind and open to a much more tense and somewhat terse manner. this, she chalks up to having made the journey to salem in these rough seas. surely he is tired and aching though he obviously has made a show of covering his discomfort.

she feels relieved when he accepts her offer, because although something about him makes her nervous, he also is the spark of mystery that could liven up the prairie. it has been too calm here for her, too light and open. she misses the thickets and brambles that she grew up in, the shadows and caves. she is grateful for this home that shamwari has provided for her but she can feel herself slowly slipping away, disappearing among the reeds and grass.

she pushes these ungrateful thoughts away and urges herself to follow the pace kept by her long-legged acquaintance. despite his injury it still takes her 2 steps to his one to keep up, though she moves gracefully even then. her ears tip toward him as he speaks though she continues looking ahead in the distance for shamwari. internally she goes through those she has seen in the herd, ticking them off one by one to see if one could be the mare he refers to. none are old enough to be a mother to a stallion his age and so she replies cheerfully

i haven’t been here for too very long, not long enough to really to get to know any of my herd mates…and besides i tend to keep to myself. i never quite seem to blend.

she catches herself babbling and expels a small breath of air. she hadn’t even answered his question but she finds herself wondering what the mare evaline would think of her if they had met. she missed her own mother. finally she answers his question, her tone somewhat more quiet.

i haven’t met her yet but i’d love to meet everyone someday. if your mother can have two sons like you and shamwari i’m sure she is something very special

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