I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Evaline was not fearful. She'd been a pest to many before Valve, and stood proudly to face the consequences of the actions and words she determined were just. But the golden mare wasn't here to pick a fight. She succumbed to Valve after all, sharing the information the black mare requested of her, even if Evaline did so with her own flippant flair. The palomino did not lighten up immediately as Valve retorted, the dark mare mimicking Evaline's own pouting look with a stern face and the same pair of pinned ears. But what happened next, Evaline was wholeheartedly not prepared for.
Valve was smart. Everyone who met the mare knew that. She was a brilliant strategist and constantly scheming. Evaline was intelligent enough to know that. Perhaps Valve saw Evaline as merely a pawn, someone she could manipulate. The thought had crossed Evaline's mind in the past, but what always put a halt to that idea was, for what purpose? Evaline was dead weight to Valve, just another mouth to feed to and to tend to. She had little to offer the Akhal Teke outside of friendship.
So Evaline casts a skeptical glare at the mare as she reveals her motives for pressing her on this uncomfortable topic. But Evaline believes her. When Valve moves in close and actually touches her, perhaps for the first time in an affectionate way, a chill shoots down the length of Evaline's spine. She whickers to her softly and full of emotion, but is too stunned by her actions to return the tender touch. Whatever lingering guilt that bubbled to the surface over the fate of the twin foals is drowned again, being pushed into the back corners of her mind. This is what she wanted. This is why she abandoned them in the first place. This is what she came back here for.
Evaline had made many mistakes in her lifetime. Several of her children were the result of them. But in her more mature age, she realized there was no use in holding onto them. The golden mare had always been determined to set out to find the life that she wanted. And this time, that life was without a stallion, without a child, and only with Valve, here in the Dunes, a territory she once loathed so much.
"I know you don't." Evaline finally manages to muster, flashing the dark mare a small smile across her pink lips. "Or else I would have left you in my dust a long time ago." She said, a coy look returning to her eye.
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |