Evaline’s pride had always intrigued Valve. They were nearly the same age—they both lived long lives full of all manner of trauma and turmoil; she knew they had this in common, if nothing else. She wondered what the palomino might have been like if she didn’t have so many children—what kind of individuals did they become if they could let their mother suffer like this? Where were they now? Far away or dead and letting her life evaporate from her body like the water from the very pond they drank from.

She snorted loudly, admonishing the other mare’s admittance of her guilt.

“You have done all you can, and you can still do more.”

Valve looked to the two foals in the distance, almost irreverent to their mother’s struggles it seemed—that they were the reason for it. The black mare wanted to punish them for their disrespect but it was not her place. However, she could find the bachelor bastard that did this to her and rip him limb from limb for the burden he brought upon her.

“But you must choose to keep going or not,” Valve continued, flicking her tail and looked back toward Evaline. “Such a choice is not my burden, it’s yours.”

VALVE
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