The golden vixen again took the short journey to the field, wanting to keep busy this season as to avoid the questions or suggestions of breeding. Jedi was a gentleman and she trusted him but the king made her uneasy. Perhaps she’d grow fond of him in time as well but she had avoided male intimacy for 7 years and planned to keep it that way. She much preferred the company of mares although that secret was well kept. The kingdom was growing, everyone was putting 100% into their roles and she was no different. Being away from the security of home, every sense was on edge, ready to defend her body if needed, flaxen tail clamped down tightly. Her amber pools see a lone vixen, a bay. And her pace quickens, eager to be the first to approach. Nearing head on, her pace slows and her golden crown dips in respect. It was just one year ago Ashara was in this mares position, she had grown tired of years of solitude and struggling against harsh winters and predators. It seemed so far away now. She had grown in confidence since that day, content and even put on a few extra pounds on her ribs. Remembering that day in the field and how overwhelming it was, she smiled warmly to the bay. “Hello Miss, I’m Ashara of the Falls. Her tone smooth and welcoming. “What brings you here today?” It was a formality to ask. The Palomino intently waiting for a reply. Her auricles scanning for the threat of an approach. Would be all to convenient if this mare decided to join her and they could both make it back to the security of home sooner rather than later.
It's gotta be a cloudy day