The colt steps closer, clearly uncertain but showing no fear. Braemar snorts at his question.
“A’course I’m talking to ye! You see me eyeballs lookin’ ae anyone else?” he retorts harshly but with humor. He glances back at Rayna, and he can see a distinct lack of enthusiasm in her expression, but he chooses to ignore this. He turns back to the colt and flashes a cocky smile.
“What’s yer name, lad?” he asks, then gestures to the filly beside him with a flick of his forelock. “This is the lovely Rayna. Ent she a pure stunner? Well, it just so happens she’s going through a bit of a shite time, ya see, and she could use a bit ae distraction, as it were.”
Braemar takes a moment to look the colt up and down in an exaggerated fashion.
“Yer a wee bit gangly for my taste, but you could do the trick. So whadda ya say? Why don’t you show my girl a good time; take her mind of things, eh?”
5; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh |
