Ashara withdrew from his anger, she had taken to studying her kinds emotions and actions having years of social behaviour to catch up on, perfecting the skill of empathy. It made her uneasy, was he mad at her? The whole night had been such an emotional outburst, she had nothing left to feel, exhausted by the fear and pain. Her eyes were dry, and her body growing tired from the mental fatigue and the effort it took to dry itself in the cold. The painful memories now played like a rerun. Their first winter when they had wandered off and got stuck in a hole in the snow at the base of a tree. The duo thought they would die and yet were content because they were together. The fillies huddled together to keep warm until her mother found them and helped pull them out.
For all she knew that long lost filly could have been killed by her father, or forced to stay and raped by him. Nature was cruel, and that depressing life was all she knew until Beqanna.
She smiled at his words, half of her believing it was just a line to comfort her, the other half hoping it was true. When he asked how she planned to keep the secret, she was stumped. Obviously her efforts so far hadn’t worked. She resolved the most sure-fire way to avoid suspicion and conflict was to appear to have a mate. Someone who knew her secret, and respected her enough to go along with it and not get carried away when hormones raged. Someone like Jedi. The expression on her face was a mix of a sly grin, pleased there was a suitable solution, and inquisitive, almost flirtatious, wondering if he’d go along with it. Of course when she did not bear a foal, scepticism may arise again but perhaps she could claim sterility. A part of her yearned for a child, and someday she may come to an understanding with a stallion to make that happen, if she could do so without inducing colic. A shudder ran through her body at the thought of breeding with her dear friend, it seemed so wrong. “Well… I think the easiest way to avoid suspicion would be to appear to have a mate. It would avoid most questions. I know it’s a lot to ask…” Her amber pools pleading “It would mean a lot if you could do that for me?”
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