I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Evaline didn't expect Valve to fawn over her the same way Evaline so wished to so publicly fawn over her. That would ruin whatever dynamic between them that the golden mare was so fond of. So when the black Akhal Teke replies with a clever "nah," the palomino's smirk merely widens. It felt so good to be in her company again.
The golden mare does her best to not blatantly stare. She was afraid of coming on too strong or showing face. Evaline too, was good at manipulation, but it was much harder to do when she genuinely cared about what she was doing, or who she was going with. So she allowed her chocolate brown eyes to scan over their immediate surroundings. "So you didn't burn down the place, but boy, is it bare in here." She said, her soft-skinned nostrils flaring as she searches for the scents of any others. The futile attempt turns up nothing.
When Valve mentions the obvious, that she no longer has two foals sucking her life away, Evaline merely snorts. She had thought about how to explain this to Valve, but came to the conclusion that it didn't matter. Evaline was done focusing so much on the past. "I needed a fresh start." She begins, her gaze focusing on the other mare's face again. "For me, and not anyone else." With the curt confirmation of 'good' from Valve that she had done the right thing, she chooses not to press the issue further. Evaline gently flicks her blonde tail over her haunches, and she changes the subject.
"So what did I miss?"
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |