She tensed when he spoke of the king and queen. Being so relaxed before then and since the big stallion was so close to her she wondered if he could feel the tension dancing across her dark coat like spindly spiders.
She wasn't a fighter. The dark mare had always preferred peace over war.
She averted her cloudy eyes from his lighter ones, quickly turning to gaze across the darkening land below. Must I join a caste She whispered. Not daring to look at the stallion. Am I not welcome in your lands if I don't
She wasn't a fighter. The dark mare had always preferred peace over war.
She averted her cloudy eyes from his lighter ones, quickly turning to gaze across the darkening land below. Must I join a caste She whispered. Not daring to look at the stallion. Am I not welcome in your lands if I don't