he black mare agreed with a simple nod of her head, bending to his whim. It was where she'd hoped they would go when she had thought about the stallion these last few months. The thought of leaving her family should terrify her, but Vervain was.. relieved somehow. There would be no questions hanging around in every inch of the air she breathed about what had happened and what the future held. The open sky would be lost among the leaves again, and she would be hidden beyond the mangroves where no one watched her with prying eyes, where life was simple and expected.

Her eyes settled on Velaris once more, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. She's been asking for you, the brindle told him gently. Almost every day their painted daughter had asked where her daddy was with increasing agitation, and Vervain had long since run out of excuses. It was excruciating to see her daughter so upset and to know everyone else besides them felt so very differently about the grullo at her side. The brindle could feel the tension building in his body and stepped back, touching her satin lips to his throat soothingly. They would leave now; she knew he'd say as much.

Why don't you wake her?

vervain

mare ∙ mutt ∙ black brindle ∙ 16.3 hands
daire's daughter ∙ peyote's prize