Posted on April 9, 2024 at 05:22:28 AM by Sinaet
The knots in her stomach and the fire in her belly had not abated with the disappearance of the younger overo stallion into the trees as he chased after Fell. If anything, they had only loosened, coiled, and come taut in some new agonizing fashion as the season progressed and he became a question that lingered in the back of her mind. She didn't even know his name, but whatever button he had unknowingly pushed had made Sinaet a restless creature.
She and Fell had not spoken on the matter, though the mare had wondered what he'd thought coming upon the scene of their first meeting as he had. If the black male had told Canis, he had not come to her yet either. However, that could be for any number of reasons.
The older mare hadn't specifically talked to her daughter about the stranger who'd unsettled her mask. Hemming had still noticed the difference in her dam's general demeanor. She was tense, distracted even. Sinaet didn't want to think about looking at Hemming and seeing her father, then having to essentially look Rougaru in the face and say that she might be ready to move on. It felt too soon and about time all at once, which didn't help the knotting in her barrel.
She was alone again when he found her, Hemming only having left her side a quarter of an hour earlier. The trees were less dense here in the southern edge of the forested foothills. Had she unwittingly made herself easier for the overo to find? His pale face appeared from the shade of the wood, and the knots cooled into a pool in her gut. The whole of her attention was on him immediately.
A soft wuffling sounded in her own throat, which surprised her. It was easily drowned in the sound of his arrival and nickering. The words that leave his lips encourage a humored expression from her instead of a twitch in the neutral mask she wore. Even the words of her response were colored differently.
"You did," she stated with a half-nod, feigning some disinterest even as she drank in the sight of him. Seafoam eyes traced the crest of his arched neck and the curve of a smile on his pale lips before flicking to make direct eye contact. "I suppose you think I should take you more seriously now?" It was a challenge, albeit a playful one. Anticipation buzzed in her veins like a livewire.
She and Fell had not spoken on the matter, though the mare had wondered what he'd thought coming upon the scene of their first meeting as he had. If the black male had told Canis, he had not come to her yet either. However, that could be for any number of reasons.
The older mare hadn't specifically talked to her daughter about the stranger who'd unsettled her mask. Hemming had still noticed the difference in her dam's general demeanor. She was tense, distracted even. Sinaet didn't want to think about looking at Hemming and seeing her father, then having to essentially look Rougaru in the face and say that she might be ready to move on. It felt too soon and about time all at once, which didn't help the knotting in her barrel.
She was alone again when he found her, Hemming only having left her side a quarter of an hour earlier. The trees were less dense here in the southern edge of the forested foothills. Had she unwittingly made herself easier for the overo to find? His pale face appeared from the shade of the wood, and the knots cooled into a pool in her gut. The whole of her attention was on him immediately.
A soft wuffling sounded in her own throat, which surprised her. It was easily drowned in the sound of his arrival and nickering. The words that leave his lips encourage a humored expression from her instead of a twitch in the neutral mask she wore. Even the words of her response were colored differently.
"You did," she stated with a half-nod, feigning some disinterest even as she drank in the sight of him. Seafoam eyes traced the crest of his arched neck and the curve of a smile on his pale lips before flicking to make direct eye contact. "I suppose you think I should take you more seriously now?" It was a challenge, albeit a playful one. Anticipation buzzed in her veins like a livewire.
Sinaet
mare -- bay dun splash -- rhinelander x warmblood -- mother of Canis & Hemming
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