I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Evaline watches Valve carefully as she explains her intentions with Shamwari. The golden mare has no reason not to believe Valve, so she takes the dark mare at her word and feels content about the arrangement going forward. Silently she muses that her son could use a break. She knows what transpired with Kasabian had been hard on him. It's unlike her to feel so sympathetic to his cause, or anyone's really, but Evaline always had a bit of a soft spot for the chestnut stud.
The palomino mare takes a couple of steps toward the bank of the pool again, lowering her head gingerly to take a drink. A golden ear lobe flicks back against her poll as Valve responded to her more curious comment. "It doesn't matter." Evaline takes her time, drinking until the sides of her barrel felt full with a dull ache, before she lifts her head to look at Valve again.
"It does matter." She retorts, her wide, chocolate-colored eyes studying the mare now. "It is rare for me to change my stance on anything. You. You changed my mind."
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |