Posted on March 19, 2024 at 03:45:49 AM by Sinaet
The sound of the painted stallion's laugh sent a low warmth fluttering in her barrel. It shouldn't be so easy for him to get near her good side, given how slim of a sliver that might be at any given moment. His words were jesting, but the bay dun could hear and feel the promise in them as he shifted only slightly to one side. She was sure it was the heat, but a small craven part of her did think about stepping forward to inhale the musk that surely pooled at the latch of his throat.
He gestured back over the ocean, over the many leagues where Salem lay, and offered for her to come there with him. Sinaet chuckled, the sound conveying her amusement but not a dismissal. If she gauged even remotely correct, he could have been her grandson. He didn't seem deterred in the slightest, which further amused and intrigued her. "Now what kind of a mare would I be if I just simpered at every boy who made me an offer?" Her words are coy and pointed, but not as sharp as they could be. The dark length of her tail swished languidly over her hocks.
The thought of leaving the cold of Tinuvel behind in favor of the dry heat of Salem pleased the splash-marked mare. It was only even autumn, and she couldn't bear the thought of winter here. Yet the notion of leaving Hemming behind gave her pause. The girl would already be considered grown in the wilds, grown in Sinaet's eyes by spring. Shouldn't she stay for Hemming's sake and further prepare the girl for adulthood? And to go so, so close to where the bones of her last proposed mate lay? It certainly wasn't ideal, but life was never promised to be so.
He gestured back over the ocean, over the many leagues where Salem lay, and offered for her to come there with him. Sinaet chuckled, the sound conveying her amusement but not a dismissal. If she gauged even remotely correct, he could have been her grandson. He didn't seem deterred in the slightest, which further amused and intrigued her. "Now what kind of a mare would I be if I just simpered at every boy who made me an offer?" Her words are coy and pointed, but not as sharp as they could be. The dark length of her tail swished languidly over her hocks.
The thought of leaving the cold of Tinuvel behind in favor of the dry heat of Salem pleased the splash-marked mare. It was only even autumn, and she couldn't bear the thought of winter here. Yet the notion of leaving Hemming behind gave her pause. The girl would already be considered grown in the wilds, grown in Sinaet's eyes by spring. Shouldn't she stay for Hemming's sake and further prepare the girl for adulthood? And to go so, so close to where the bones of her last proposed mate lay? It certainly wasn't ideal, but life was never promised to be so.
Sinaet
mare -- bay dun splash -- rhinelander x warmblood -- mother of Canis & Hemming
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- 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
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