Out of all the mares of the Desert, Cain would not have to worry about Melisma coming to him to be lead mare. Though she had scuffled and won in practice fights against Geneva, when the mare had still reigned beside him, the black mare did not have the confidence. She had not socialized enough, or been a part of a herd to know their workings in a way a lead mare would. But that did not make her powerless, or voiceless, in a time of need.
Melisma felt her whole insides warm at his praise, though she silently scoffed at his high opinion of her. He might see greatness in her, she doubted she ever would. Just because she had made the challenge, did not make her strong enough to truly win. But the warmth that truly reached his eyes, that was the winning point for the mare. Melisma had seen the painted stallion down, or sad, too many times since she had known him. To be a bringer of happiness to his sorrow, she truly enjoyed.
The midnight colored woman gave a small, warm smile, seeing the twinkle glitter in his eyes. She wondered what mischievous thoughts the stallion was having? “Are you sure you can handle so much of my company?” She teased lightly, since she had not spent an overly amount of time with him. But still, after being gone, Melisma felt a pull she had not realized until she had returned.
Moving closer, the mare let her velvet nose drift away from his own and trail across his cheek. Her warm breath wafted over his skin as she traced his strong jawline before reaching along his neck. Her lips worked at a few knots in his mane as she drew in his heavy scent, closing her green eyes briefly, before glancing to his face again, wondering if he was beginning to feel as she was?
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