Posted on November 15, 2020 at 09:37:22 PM by Dhaniyā
 Her ears gracefully brush in the middle as she listens to words that he offers to her. His. Her cheeks warm at the word and what it implies for her. Had they not spoke of such things in hushed whispers? Or in the subtle glances they had given each other when in mixed company? She had wanted him to call her his from the moment that their skin had touched briefly. Now that moment begins to unfold itself before her; she suddenly feels light-headed over the thoughts of seeing him once more. Her heart thunders against her ribs and threatens to leap from her chest onto the sand at her hooves. "Please take me to him," she finally says, her voice soft on the desert breeze as it leaves her dark, ashen lips. She follows behind him quietly, her heart literally in her throat. They traverse dune after dune until finally he comes to a halt and nods to her. A smile tugs at her lips as she nods back at him. With that he disappears into the heat of the day. She swallows back the emotions that threaten to trample her beneath them. Butterflies flit in her stomach and her heart races. It has been two years... What if he comes to her and realizes she is not what he wants? What if... What if. She swallows once more as the faint thunder of hooves against the sands reach her curved ears. There is first a low nicker that then is replaced with an earth-shattering bugle. She raises her head higher on delicately curved neck and flicks her silvery plume over her hindquarters. Sand sprays from beneath her hooves as she pushes her self into a ground-consuming trot to meet him. As she draws close to him she slows to a halt, her delicate nostrils flare as she breathes his scent in. He is just as she remembered him, the masculine curve of his neck, the muscles as they rippled beneath his onyx and silver coat, and his scent that intoxicates her. She feels the desire to fall into his arms and press herself tightly into his chest. "Rigel," she breathes "I-I," her words falter and disappear from her lips. She drops her dark eyes to the sands at his hooves. She was free wasn't she? Free to love him? She swallows back the lump that threatens to choke her as she stands before the man that been there when she needed him. He had spoke kindly to her even after he knew what she was and how her husband treated her. He didn't owe her kindness, yet, he offered it all to her. Marwari - 4 years - 14.2 hh - Mare - Panagre Bay Min Sabino |
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- ✬ for we have both supped well and the world is good. sayyida included. - By r i g e l November 25, 2020 at 10:37:08 AM
- walk where your heart leads you - By Sayyida January 9, 2021 at 11:20:48 AM
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