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A year of captivity had taught the young mare a great deal about patience and perseverance. Today, it kept her nonchalant, even when she could feel the weight of someone's gaze on her form. It kept her from turning toward the handsome stranger too soon, too eagerly and granted her the poise to raise her head just as he came near her. Dark-tipped ears pointed toward him as she watched, silently, as he preened for her, though she did not bother to stall the pleased grin that crawled into place on her lips.

She'd missed this.

A near-silent nicker of greeting fluttered the edges of her nares, and she shifted her weight with a practiced flourish, tilting her hips away from him so that the movement sent the banner of her tail fluttering in their place. A quick glance told her he was around her age, give or take, which only upped his appeal for her even more. The thought of someone young and strong and handsome to fall for her and cherish her was thrilling and she glowed in response to his promise.

"We are indeed," she purred back with a smirk, letting her gaze rake unabashedly over his pretty spotted form. Apparently, she thought to herself with amusement, she had a thing for spots. Or spots had a thing for her, she wasn't sure.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing so far away from home?" Amusement crinkled the corners of her dark, depthless eyes as she turned the stereotypical words of caution every lone mare was lectured on back on him before he could spoil her joy and speak them himself. "Don't you know it's a dangerous time for you to be alone out here?"