Posted on March 15, 2024 at 02:48:30 AM by Sinaet
Someone did in fact emerge from the greenery like she suspected. It was a stallion, quite in his prime if one could tell by briefly looking. He had bay skin, different from hers, but splashed with smatterings of white. His face was largely white like hers, but he was dark and solidly built. Handsome. The word sent a flush through her body though her facial expression changed little. Sinaet felt inwardly for the grief and guilt it should stir and was surprised to find a lingering ache and not the heartbreak she had carried here.
Despite her dour countenance, he had continued approaching her without hesitation. A bow of his head and then a nicker. A dark ear twisted forward, interest piqued. He didn't carry the body language of an invader or sneakthief at least for now. It could all change in a heartbeat; she knew that well. A smile curved the stallion's pale lips upward, and Sinaet shifted her body to face him more directly.
The bay dun wasn't sure what exactly she had been expecting the painted male to say, but she certainly hadn't anticipated the easy teasing to roll off his tongue. For once, Sinaet was caught a bit off-guard. Memory failed to conjure the last time someone acted this way around her, even if it was possibly a ruse. Her frown pulls gently, barely into a smirk. What would be an eyebrow raised at the question humorously.
Though she knew many stallions had ways like this to catch a mare unsuspecting, Sinaet was unperturbed. After everything she'd endured to find her son, little seemed to rattle her. Even if this one had the intention to bully her elsewhere, what did that really matter? Both her children were safe and grown. There was little for her to do but watch their lives flourish. She was pleased yet dissatisfied.
She acquiesced though and stretched her neck to touch muzzles with him before responding. Despite the pine and fir that dominated the northern island and his damp but drying fur, she could smell Salem on him. Wistfulness whispered through her. Home. Salem, or rather the Desert, had been home to the splash mare since before Canis had been born. His scent didn't quite smack of the Desert though. Retracting her maw, Sinaet offered a cool barb of her own, twitching her nose distastefully for the added effect. A smirk still lingered on her lips.
Despite her dour countenance, he had continued approaching her without hesitation. A bow of his head and then a nicker. A dark ear twisted forward, interest piqued. He didn't carry the body language of an invader or sneakthief at least for now. It could all change in a heartbeat; she knew that well. A smile curved the stallion's pale lips upward, and Sinaet shifted her body to face him more directly.
The bay dun wasn't sure what exactly she had been expecting the painted male to say, but she certainly hadn't anticipated the easy teasing to roll off his tongue. For once, Sinaet was caught a bit off-guard. Memory failed to conjure the last time someone acted this way around her, even if it was possibly a ruse. Her frown pulls gently, barely into a smirk. What would be an eyebrow raised at the question humorously.
Though she knew many stallions had ways like this to catch a mare unsuspecting, Sinaet was unperturbed. After everything she'd endured to find her son, little seemed to rattle her. Even if this one had the intention to bully her elsewhere, what did that really matter? Both her children were safe and grown. There was little for her to do but watch their lives flourish. She was pleased yet dissatisfied.
She acquiesced though and stretched her neck to touch muzzles with him before responding. Despite the pine and fir that dominated the northern island and his damp but drying fur, she could smell Salem on him. Wistfulness whispered through her. Home. Salem, or rather the Desert, had been home to the splash mare since before Canis had been born. His scent didn't quite smack of the Desert though. Retracting her maw, Sinaet offered a cool barb of her own, twitching her nose distastefully for the added effect. A smirk still lingered on her lips.
"Would you believe it was because I smelled you coming?"
Sinaetmare -- bay dun splash -- rhinelander x warmblood -- mother of Canis & Hemming
Replies:
- in the end, it doesn't even matter - By Raegar March 19, 2024 at 03:01:47 AM
- i'm stuck somewhere between mourning and dancing - By Sinaet March 19, 2024 at 03:45:49 AM
- home is where your teeth sink in - By Fell March 23, 2024 at 03:35:43 PM
- in the end, it doesn't even matter - By Raegar March 30, 2024 at 01:39:08 AM
- i'm stuck somewhere between mourning and dancing - By Sinaet April 1, 2024 at 04:14:23 AM
- in the end, it doesn't even matter - By Raegar March 30, 2024 at 01:39:08 AM
- home is where your teeth sink in - By Fell March 23, 2024 at 03:35:43 PM
- i'm stuck somewhere between mourning and dancing - By Sinaet March 19, 2024 at 03:45:49 AM
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