To any outsiders that could be listening, Twinge might have sounded dramatic or even spoiled. But the painted stallion recognizes the look she offers; the expression upon her face. Bacardi knows she is teasing. There was no denying it, or mistaking it, for when she wasn’t. He is only made happier that the birth had went well enough that she could find the energy to tease him; her spirits still clearly high.


“I’m sorry.” he replied, before carefully picking his way closer. “What could I do to earn your forgiveness?” Bacardi asked as he reached his ebony muzzle out to draw across her well defined neck; his lips giving a few gentle tugs on her red and white mane in his returned playfulness before his attention was again adverted to their son. He could only smile as the colt remained firmly pressed against Twinge’s hip despite her nudging, so he moved to stand on the opposite side of the mare. His shoulder pressed against her side; Bacardi reached over her back so that he could peer down at the colt from safely above him.


“Mmm, I think I might know.” the stallion said thoughtfully. “You’ve been by my side for a long time; no matter where I have gone. I think it’s only right that you remain at my side, as equals, as the Queen and co-lead of the Forest.” he said, lifting his golden eyes from their son to steadily meet her gaze.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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