when ego walks with avarice
Two stand as one far down the beach, staring out across the waves as the outgoing tide swirls around their hocks. The sun is rising, streaking the lightening sky a bold mix of purple turning pink turning orange. They have not been apart for so long after all— days, if that. The svelte mare, she with the white-splashed nose, lifts one narrow hoof out of the water foaming up her legs and flicks her ears back. “Neden ısrar ettiğini bilmiyorum,” she remarks before letting her foot drop, carelessly splashing her companion.
Shararat does not seem to mind. Her dished face is raised to the powerful Iç and her eyes are lightly closed, smiling so brightly her expression challenges the sunrise. The growing light makes the black mare appear to glow, her refined contour limned by the dawn. “Ah,” Ak Burun murmurs as she leans away to get a better look. “Biliyorum.”
The delicate Arabian lifts one eyelid to peer at her, smile crinkling to a smirk. “I do so appreciate your indulgence of me, but do shut up. Please.” Her eye closes again.
Ak Burun exhales huffily, then drops her narrow head to inspect the surf spinning past their legs, admiring the sink of her hooves in the wet sand under the surface of the water. She flicks her tail, twists her ears, lifts her head and turns it to peer back at the dry shoreline, then finally sighs again. This ritual is one she neither understands nor enjoys, but she tolerates it for the sake of Shararat. Still, how long can one stand still in the water waiting for the sun to rise when there is so much else to do?
It is inevitable, then, that Ak Burun reaches over to run her white nose lightly down the other’s neck under the pretense of grooming, and as Shararat sighs and leans into her touch, the Akhal-Teke lips at her dark mane and gathers for herself a generous mouthful—which she gives a rough, sharp tug before launching herself away from Shararat’s squealing rebuke, hearing the click of the other mare’s teeth too close to her ear as she bolts down the shallow tideline, slinging sand and surf behind her, laughing all the way as Shararat gives chase.
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shararat & ak burun
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