Tefnut of the Bay

And the gasoline of my soul will come alive.

Nothing else leaves Tefnut's lips for a long time. Her small heart that was once warm breaks into sharp pieces at her hooves as she looks at Rethe. As her blue eyes burn, Tefnut holds in the tears. She struggled to keep her lip from wobbling, but she managed when she finally just had to lower her head. Staring at her hooves, the Salem raised woman slowly lets out another of many breaths.

Thinking and just feeling, Tefnut stands before Rethe. It took her quite a while to get everything in order, but she managed to raise her head and once more meet Rethe's eyes. Her own were blood shot and glassy, but no tears fell as a broken sound managed to squeeze up her throat. “If you were an after thought Rethe, I wouldn't have come here racing across your shores hoping to play. I would have ran right on by searching for someone else.”

Turning her frame then, the dun looked out over the sea. It was a cool spring evening, but she didn't shiver against the soft breeze. She stood strong and steady, even if she just wanted to find a hole and burry herself in it past her ears. Lifting a hoof, she shifts it so that she can stand more comfortably on the rocky land. Her long tail slowly twists in the breeze as her mane makes the same dance. She looked calm then. With her face turned away and the salty tear hidden, she looked strong and able to take the words Rethe threw at her.

“And I know you're not a damsel in distress. It's my job though, as the one that claimed you, to protect you from those I can.” Turning back, she gave Rethe one last glance. “I'm not here to make anything harder or make you feel like you're something I'll scoop up when time allows. If I wanted someone else, I'd go search. Problem with that? I search for you because I don't want anyone else.” After those words, Tefnut started slowly walking to the surf. It was up to Rethe now if she wanted to talk more. Once again, Tefnut was leaving the choice to Rethe instead of being like either stallion that had a part in her being here now. Nahawi and Lucifer would have stood there badgering. Tefnut? She'd let Rethe decide what came next.

Mare ─ 16.1 hands ─ Red Dun ─ Regent of the Bay