She stood there after her words were spoken into the air. Aspharas heart continued to beat in its broken track record as she leaned against Polar. It was taboo back home to let this happen, but Asphara was not back home. She was here on the islands with a new life and new things to learn. In the future this could break her and cause more issues, but it could go the best way imaginable. She was unsure deep down, but there was something about this stallion that eased all of her fears. It could be her hormones, but that for now was something she would put on the back burner and find out about later.
Perking her ears softly as he spoke, she continued to rest against him as the tears fell down her cheeks. Asphara was thankful for his warmth in this winter wonderland and in all honesty, the chill was now wanting to make her go home. The tropical climate back home would be easier on her body with the foal growing inside of it. She hadn't been out in the cold in almost two years and now she slightly regretted it as shivers began to change from sobs to actually cold spasms. This winter wonderland was not so wonderful anymore in her opinion.
Tilting her head faintly and slowly pulling away from Polar, Asphara looked at him before she turned to face the way she had come. She should head home, but she did not wish to leave him here alone either. Shaking her head and faintly torn, Asphara was about to ask him to go with her when he spoke of her showing him her world. Raising a brow, she tilted her head and perked one ear forward at him in slight confusion. He wanted to know her world? She honestly would love to show him her daughter and her home that maybe, just maybe, he would live with her till at least fall of next year.
“Will you come with me to my home in the ridge?” Asphara would not let her unborn child go without meeting their father. Asphara already kept Rosaliana from her real father but she had a good stallion to look up at with Tyr. He wouldn't allow the filly to cause to much trouble and now she wished he would do the same with that of their coming foal. Shaking her head to try and reset herself, Asphara sets her not as sad eyes upon Polar. “Would you really come with me? It's warmer there and the snow doesn't reach the banks.” Waiting for his response, Asphara let her ears perk towards him.
ASPHARA
mare | 15.3hhs | chestnut | of the ridge
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