The blue roan overo watched the smaller mare quietly. His blue eyes scanned over the feminine form for a moment longer. Her arabesque form would allow her to survive here in the Dunes, should she choose to stay. She stated that she was looking for one after all. "You'll have no shortage of options to choose from if that is your intent. There are a few small herds here."
Martyr would offer himself, of course. But if the lady genuinely enjoyed this climate and wanted to remain here, surely he wouldn't blame her. He truly wished that the heat of the sands and the shifting dunes were a little more amiable to he and his siblings. Alas, they were not. It would be to his gain to leave. Just as it might work in her favor to stay, or go if she wished.
blue roan overo mustang mutt stallion . 16.1 hands