| it brings a smile to herza’s features to see the young stallion, nearly still a colt, having as good a time as she is. the black mare is lucky to have wandered upon someone who not only tolerated her antics but happily participated as well. sometimes she got into some trouble with acquaintances who weren’t quite so willing… she had grown up somewhat “spoiled”.. indulged by her parents and occasionally by herd members who felt badly because of her muteness… they were, perhaps, overly tolerant of her more energetic antics at times… herza wasn’t always the best at “boundaries.” she seemed to face no trouble of that sort today luckily. standing abreast, eyeing the distance hungrily, the tall dark mare nods to affirm his guess, waving her head slightly to avoid his touch. she enjoys his friendliness but isn’t interested in leading the colt on with soft touches or caresses. while she is great at plowing through the physical boundaries of others to communicate she doesn’t often enjoy when it is reciprocated. it is easier, she thinks, to gently show him now what she accepts, rather than to have to get ornery over things later, especially during this season. having made clear she does indeed wish to know about the isles, those he mentioned at least, she also reaches out her dark muzzle to nudge him on the shoulder, indicating, she hopes, that he will also tell her about himself.
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