Meadow
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Posted on June 20, 2020 at 03:36:18 PM by ylva
The stranger is a well-built stallion, taller than Liland and much hairier, too, his buckskin coat marred with white. Thankfully there is no anger or irritation in his bearing - only open curiosity - but Ylva finds herself stiffening as his eyes drop and linger on Runar. She moves to lead her son away, but then the stranger speaks again, and what he says makes her stomach drop into her hooves.
“Yes,” she replies quietly, her dark eyes wide with surprise. Runar’s resemblance to his sire is as clear as day, so it’s not out of the question that anyone familiar with Liland would recognize one of his children: especially a pure-blooded one. Yet to hear a stranger speak of Liland so casually makes Ylva think that perhaps word of his deeds had got farther than she realized. When the stallion introduces himself as the Bay’s current leader, Ylva experiences a conflicting surge of emotions, and finds herself looking at him in a new light, comparing him every which-way to Liland. Below her, her son had swiveled his head around to gape at the stranger at the mention of his name, but otherwise he remains quiet, as if in fear of being chastised again. “I see,” Ylva finally replies, a veil of solemnity having shrouded her surprise. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, aware of the tiny ears in proximity of this conversation. “I wondered who had taken it over. I was Liland’s Queen.” 5; norwegian fjord; red dun pangare; 14hh  |
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