Falls
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Posted on September 22, 2020 at 10:33:05 PM by bacardi
bacardi
surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light
Havelle; he dreamed of her often like a dying man might dream of a lost love. The hollowness at his side where he often looked for her felt colder than ever, and no amount of sun bathing would warm him. Bacardi had not thought he could feel this way, and was confused on why he would. They did not live together, despite all the time they had been spending together, but he wondered if this is what drove stallions to find homes and collect herds; to chase away this coldness he felt?
When Havelle finally wanted to meet him again, Bacardi did not hesitate at the chance. He had wanted to be there first, to greet her as soon as she arrived, but he had failed that chance. The young mare was already standing there as he approached, her perfume filling his flared nose. It made his heartbeat quicken and a warmth flood him he had not felt in some time. “Havelle.” he greeted with a smile as he approached from behind, pausing for her to turn and face him.
Havelle’s change might be subtle, but Bacardi’s golden eyes took in every inch of her, drinking in her appearance as if he might never see her again and noticed the swell of her stomach. His ears cupped forward, a sudden twist in his gut as nerves knotted there, and the young stallion felt his already fluttering heart skip a beat. Was it his? Bacardi knew nothing about being a father, and it made him swallow down the lump already forming in his throat. Let her explain; at least let her speak before jumping to conclusions.
three years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the savanna.
"...speech"♢
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