no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She had never been as shy as her mother, but somehow Vadim could manage to change that a bit. Be it being so very large by comparison, or a strange stallion, or that he was quite handsome by her standards [ie. her father, brothers, and those who had attacked the Bay] she didn’t feel her normal way of free wheeling when in his presence. "Is he as scary as mine?" She looks over her shoulder, but having seen nothing of him yet, she relaxes a little. Even if he was trespassing, he was already injured and it would be a shame for him to be further beaten down.
He ducks his head, she sees when she turns back to look at this new stallion, and she stifles a small laugh that he thought ducking his head would do anything to hide his bright and enormous shape. Perhaps if it had already been winter, snow everywhere, but still he stood out on the slowly coloring background. His softer tone was not as amusing, a small roll of goosebumps moving as if electricity from her hooves to her topline.
When he claims he cannot leave, she begins looking for a reason, other than his injuries - only to be stopped with the flirtatious correction to her apparent misunderstanding. "I don’t know your name."
She snaps her head back to him, her forelock whipping to catch on her halo curled ears. She blinks a few times, unaccustomed to flirtation of that magnitude. She steps slightly to one side, as if to flee, but stops short as one ear flicks back and then forward again. "I am Sarama." She says, "my father is Fell and he is not a very patient man. It is best you go soon." And then she whirls and vanishes for sure, only making the barest noise despite the thick foliage on the floor of the Bay’s forest.
OF TINUVEL’S FORESTED BAY
▻ two years - curly eared desert mutt - black sabino - 15.1 hh ◅