Honey-hued body moved closer to the stag, absorbing his heat and reaching out to scratch his wither as he spoke. Something about being vulnerable makes one want closeness. It was a friendly gesture to groom, and she could trust he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. A real bonding moment. She couldn’t recall the last time a moment like this was imparted. Under the moonlight, allocating warmth and having a heart to heart. She continued to massage down his spine with her upper lip for a little while after he spoke. Her stiff legs were warming to a more moderate temperature. As Ygritte had promised the winters in the beautiful kingdom were fairly mild compared to the barren white she had known. The breeze stirred her flaxen mane, although chilly it was clean smelling and dry.
“When I was just a yearly, there was another filly from a different stallion who had joined our herd. My father disliked that she wasn’t of his lineage but allowed her to live and travel with us. We were kids, babies really, I don’t think we knew what love was but it sure seemed like it. We spent every waking moment playing, grazing and travelling together. She was my best friend. Eventually it became more than that and we were too young to know to hide it. My mother who saw us napping with necks entwined warned us to stop such inappropriate behaviour but of course we didn’t understand, we just did what felt natural. My father caught us next, he was furious, he chased me out and told me to never come back while my mother watched with disgust. I followed the herd for a few days, trying to sneak back in but his threats were more and more severe so I eventually left. I don’t know what happened to her. I was so heart broken and confused I travelled alone for the rest of my life until a year ago. I haven’t told anyone since, I’ve never said those words aloud until tonight. I tried to deny it all these years but I can’t help how I feel. I don’t know if there are others like her and I.”
Her thoughts drifted, there would always be a yearning for love, it’s an integral craving of one’s soul. And she did love, she admired and cared for the queen and Jedi, but it was a different kind than the one that makes you feel whole. Should such a thing exist for her though… seemed impossible. She reached out to continue grooming again noticing how much the moon had travelled in the sky already tonight, had they really spent most of the night together talking? She felt blessed to have a confidant. She had avoided Kreios, having heard of his telepathy, he seemed such a man’s man it was unlikely he would understand like Jedi did. The more equines she was around, the harder this secret would be. And how long could she go without bearing suspicion. Perhaps others would be as understanding as the painted warrior, or perhaps they would beat her up for being an abomination, it wasn’t worth the risk.
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