It wasn't quite the smile I was looking for, but it was something. Something more than the sad and dour expression I'd grown used to. She seemed surprised to hear it and I wondered if I should be kicking myself for being so inattentive, and then I reminded myself that I simply didn't care. I didn't need to, nor did I want to care about how she felt. Vogue belonged to me because I'd performed a service for the Lagoon in bringing in another brother. It didn't (shouldn't) matter if she was happy about her fate.

And yet… "It is," I say, pretending the words were true. I hadn't really considered it before now, but if it made her happy I would pretend. I do not move from my "guard" near our son, but let my gaze skim across her face and then briefly over her painted figure before meeting her gaze again. "Is that truly so hard to believe?"

Vogue was a pretty mare, and I would admit it gave me some measure of pride to call her my own. Not enough to want to abandon the brotherhood to lay true claim to her as the herd stallions might, but enough to do my best to protect her from the likes of my brothers. My tail dashed across my hindquarters and I gestured for her to come closer, wondering how willing she was to follow my lead in anything. My ears flicked back and then forward, and a lopsided grin appeared on my lips. "You could tell me more about this daughter I've been looking for?"

Stallion - Young Adult - 15.2 - Brown Overo