Melisma studied his face as he spoke, her green eyes again tracing the lines of his expressions. She could imagine a monster there if she let her fears take hold. To see blood staining his face, teeth bared like a predator, snapping at her face or any bit of flesh he could grab hold. To strike and slash at her body with those large hooves and dominate her in any means necessary. But she refused to let that be the image she saw, when he was here, trying to make light and smile in the darkness. Cain was good to her, and for her, if she would just let him be.
“I was offering myself to be traded away only moments ago, just to turn around and think of having a foal with you.” she pointed out, letting her ears fall back. “That is why I am childish. As if I can’t even make up my own mind.” Melisma confessed. And perhaps she couldn’t make up her mind, because she had never been in this situation before.
“I was born in the Lagoon.” The black mare confessed, her green eyes looking away from the stallion. “Mares don’t mean anything, and I never thought to be anything. Is it wrong of me, to want my child to mean something more? To be more?” Melisma asked. She didn’t just want to have a foal because she was grateful, and she didn’t want to have one just to be another of his spawn. “Delusional, I know. You’re a herd stallion, and all of your children will mean something to you.” But Melisma didn’t want her child just to be another in an attempt to carry on the gene, like most foals were. Just like she was, while also being a disappointment because she was not born a colt.
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