"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
“What can I say, I’m a great judge of character.” She responds smoothly, not missing a beat as she gives him a simpering smile in response to his mocking huff. Of course it doesn’t matter what this stallion thinks or even what she thinks of him, however her distaste for herd life is something she likes to be clear on. Not that she blames the kind of mares who long for that simpler quieter life, she just hadn’t been made for such things.
A brow raises as Chemdog starts to wax poetic about Hyaline’s leader, sounding almost breathless about this Mazikeen. “You sound like you’re in love with her...?” She questions, wondering if perhaps his unwavering devotion for the Alpha had more to do with Chem’s personal feelings and less on her ruling techniques. Still it’s enough to peak her curiosity and she listens to his quick explanation on how to get there, grinning slightly at his offer to play escort. “I didn’t take you for a gentleman but I wouldn’t mind the company.”
It couldn’t hurt to see what Hyaline was all about. Even if she didn’t end up staying, it would be good to see more of this new world and the horses that inhabit it. Besides, it didn’t look like anyone else was going to come up with a better offer today. Indicating that he should lead the way, she falls into step beside him as they leave the field. Mystery sparkles behind the molten gold of her eyes as he questions her, a knowing smile on her own lips. “No, I’ve had my fill of both.” She had been asleep for so long, a sleep that kept her alone and peaceful until time had awoken her to this new Beqanna. The last thing she wanted was the quietude that peace and solitude had bestowed on her for so long. No, she needs something that will shake up her life and place her exactly where she belongs.
They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;
Bardot