The moment between them is tender, and again Ashteroth thinks back to the time she had spent with Loup. There is no way to compare the two stallions, and the painted mare doesn’t even try. It would not be fair to Gecko, or to herself, and she forces away any remaining thoughts of the feral stallion. He was a thing of her past, stuck on Tinuvel where she had left everything else behind. This was her life, she had chosen this for herself, and she would stand firmly behind it. Whether it would be her strength, or her undoing, Ashteroth was sure that she would stay loyal to this sooty stallion. He had chosen her too, unlike anyone else in her life.


“I was born in the Shore, on Atlantis.” she answers as he directs the question towards her. “My brothers and I were taken to Tinuvel, to the Cove, when were young. So that we could live with our father; Solomon.” Ashteroth had not thought of that in quite some time, but for a brief moment, she wondered what the Atlantis sun would feel like on her back once again. And the sand soft beneath her hooves, rather than the frigid air she had become so accustom too along with the harsh rock. “Finley, my younger brother than made the move with me, actually lives here in the Peak.”


Ashteroth pulled away, casting her blue gaze down the rocky slow as if looking for the chocolate stallion she had named. Despite the time he had spent here, Ashteroth had not sought out or spoken to her prickly brother. But she wondered if he would make decent company for Gecko?




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