until the lion learns how to write

Her own emotions remained skewed an uneasy. She longed for a different kind of life but was still afraid to reach out and take it for herself. It felt indulgent, in a way, to consider living her own life for herself. To do what she wanted, instead of what was best for some mythical family she was no longer - and had never truly - been a part of.

When the call came out, her brow furrowed but she drifted closer, uneasy at the sight of the two stallions standing side by side. She couldn't help but feel like this announcement - whatever it was - would have some effect on the future she'd only just begun to acknowledge that she wanted.

Beside her, the effervescent golden mare was far less reserved. She all but bounded toward the call with her cream tail held aloft and her bright eyes sparkling with delight. She didn't even bother to be bashful, but darted close to Toland to try and brush his muzzle with her own if he'd allow it before offering a friendly smile to the elder stallion before dashing back off to the side to wait, her head tilted inquisitively.

adult mare // Mutt // gray // 15 hh