Mariael did not stumble over her decision, which was probably a good thing. The tall, thick-built stallion in front of her could have railed against her choice to keep him here and if she wavered, he might use that as an opportunity to wiggle his way out. What she had decided was what would be decreed law here in her home. This stallion – this no one – was now a member of her family.
“Yes. I do.” She said, glancing him over for a moment and feeling a tight curl in her lower abdomen. Mariael had always been pulled to stallions taller than she, thicker than she. Their strength felt intoxicating. Perhaps, being the creature she was day in and day out, always so dominant, there was a softer piece inside her which craved someone she could realistically lean on in moments of intimacy. Perhaps, in quiet moments of solitude, a piece of her yearned to be submissive with someone who’d understand while her walls could break for them, they’d be erected the minute more company was near. Mariael didn’t pause to consider any of this, of course, as her mind was always redirected toward thoughts of her home and away from her personal needs.
“You belong here. On Tinuvel.” She stated simply. “You’re built for it.” Her gaze met his. “If by spring you’d like to leave, I will consider it.” She did not promise she would grant him an absolute decision to leave the Bay, however, and she hoped her intuition wasn’t wrong. If he came willingly into their herd, she could utilize him as strength to help keep their family safe. He could do great things here, she thought. Even if he balked at first (surely losing one’s freedom wasn’t entirely a decent idea), Mariael would keep him here by whatever means necessary and hoped, in time, he’d see she was right.
Her eyes were bright. “You belong here.” She repeated firmly. “You won’t be no one here.”
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