I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Just when Evaline so thrilled at the opportunity to cozy up with Valve, the black mare says something that sets Evaline on the edge of souring her entire mood. For months, Evaline had dreamed of returning to the Dunes. She had wished and hoped everyday that Valve would still be here by herself, with no other herd members, so the two of them could continue to spend nearly all of their time together. But within minutes or reuniting with her, Evaline is forced to take a hard look at the black mare she so fantasized about and realize that Valve was Valve -- she wasn't going to live up to the expectations Evaline had so greedily planted in her head. The palomino mare tried not to look so disappointed. Valve operated unlike any other mare that Evaline had ever met. That included the Amazon types in the Peak, even the ones so bent on killing stallions. Valve had no time or use, it seemed, for nonsense. And thus, she was always to the point. So why did Evaline hope that this wouldn't be the case with her?
It made sense for Valve to want to know what happened. After Kasabian, and especially after her random disappearance and brash reappearance. Evaline should have expected that her "Honey, I'm home" routine wouldn't be so simple. But still, Evaline couldn't hide her displeasure of Valve pressing the subject. Her first instinct was to lash out and tell her it was none of her business. But the narrowing of her eyes and the pinning of ears, well, as much as she could "pin" her disabled and mutilated one, seemed telling enough. Evaline snorted once, twice, in quick succession before giving in.
"I didn't kill them, if that's what you're asking." She spat, crooning her neck to look away from Valve for a long moment, and tucking her chin to her shoulder as she exhaled. She felt uneasy all of a sudden, anxious. Valve was the first to force her to accept responsibility for these actions and she didn't care for the feelings it dredged up. "The filly, I woke up one day and she was gone. Dragged away by a predator, I assume. Or drowned maybe." Evaline speculates. "The colt, he made it to the mainland with me. Then I ushered him off and came back." Her voice cracked unexpectedly just before she finished this last sentence, and she swallowed hard in an attempt to recover. "I don't anticipate these children ever being a problem for you."
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |