His words brought her green gaze back up to him, though uncertainty still lied in their depths as she studied him. Was he truthful? Or were his words only spoken in attempts to bring home another mare to fill the spot of the one he lost? Melisma felt doubt curling as a tight knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, and the dark mare took a slow step back. Though the moon’s light still glistened upon her back, she felt shrouded in nothing but a cloak of darkness.
“I appreciate your offer, Cain of Salem.” Melisma said, hoping that he believed her as she said it. “But I must decline.” The black mare could not accept the offer of a stranger, could she? There were too many factors, too many doubts lingering in the back of her mind. But it would not only be her taking a risk. Cain would be as well, bringing home a stranger to his family. Giving a heavy sigh, she turned away then, taking a few steps before pausing to look back at him. “It was a pleasure, but I must go.” With that, the dark mare returned to the shadows she had come.
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