07-28-2016, 07:45 PM
Raxa had to admit, it was admirable of Jedi to raise Cicero like he was the foal's own sire. If she remembered correctly, a long time ago, when she was a foal, a mare and her own colt had been brought into the herd, and her sire, the leader, had treated the young one like his own son. Of course, he'd quickly started favoring him over other offspring, but Raxa didn't care. She'd had enough to deal with at that time.
The mare felt Jedi nudge her shoulder, and she did tense a little, but not as much as she had when she'd first arrived. Raxa hated to admit it, but these horses were getting to her. They were becoming her, dare she say it, friends, if not just comrades on the battlefield, or worthy kingdom members that dealt with the politics. She didn't know if she'd openly admit she had friends here, but, well, she was starting to consider it.
Jedi had proven himself a couple of times. Perhaps he'd be the first one she'd admit, out loud, to being a friend. And Raxa's friendship was nearly impossible to attain.
"Ha, I'm strict? Tell me what you really think," she joked, letting out a tiny chuckle. She glanced away a moment, her long mane tumbling down the side of her neck, masking the white patch. Her dual-colored mane, a mismatch of rusty red roan and snowy white, along with her oddly-colored forelock of red with a white streak, fell into her eyes, and she gave her head a shake to get rid of it.
She had felt the instincts burning inside her every autumn, for the mare to go meet a stallion and have a foal start forming in her belly. She'd fought the instinct every time, along with the stallions that tried to come onto her at that time. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready, or if she ever wanted a foal. Jedi's words offered encouragement, but not a lot.
Once her blue eyes were unmasked, she turned to Jedi once more, listening to what he had to say about Ashara. He tried to hide it, but Raxa, who was practically an expert of masking her emotions, saw through Jedi's facade. He hated the fact that Ashara was gone, a beautiful mare that he clearly loved.
The brindle cleared her throat, "I think she'll come back soon Jedi; she's got too much here to just give it up. She's got a family, friends, and a good home waiting for her. You can't give up on love just yet; in case you haven't noticed, when you speak of her, it's quite obvious, so don't deny it. Just don't give up. Keep hoping she'll come back, and I guarantee, it'll come true one day," Raxa encouraged, giving the paint a somewhat gentle-as-she-cloud-muster smile before she lowered her head to graze again.
@[Jedi]
The mare felt Jedi nudge her shoulder, and she did tense a little, but not as much as she had when she'd first arrived. Raxa hated to admit it, but these horses were getting to her. They were becoming her, dare she say it, friends, if not just comrades on the battlefield, or worthy kingdom members that dealt with the politics. She didn't know if she'd openly admit she had friends here, but, well, she was starting to consider it.
Jedi had proven himself a couple of times. Perhaps he'd be the first one she'd admit, out loud, to being a friend. And Raxa's friendship was nearly impossible to attain.
"Ha, I'm strict? Tell me what you really think," she joked, letting out a tiny chuckle. She glanced away a moment, her long mane tumbling down the side of her neck, masking the white patch. Her dual-colored mane, a mismatch of rusty red roan and snowy white, along with her oddly-colored forelock of red with a white streak, fell into her eyes, and she gave her head a shake to get rid of it.
She had felt the instincts burning inside her every autumn, for the mare to go meet a stallion and have a foal start forming in her belly. She'd fought the instinct every time, along with the stallions that tried to come onto her at that time. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready, or if she ever wanted a foal. Jedi's words offered encouragement, but not a lot.
Once her blue eyes were unmasked, she turned to Jedi once more, listening to what he had to say about Ashara. He tried to hide it, but Raxa, who was practically an expert of masking her emotions, saw through Jedi's facade. He hated the fact that Ashara was gone, a beautiful mare that he clearly loved.
The brindle cleared her throat, "I think she'll come back soon Jedi; she's got too much here to just give it up. She's got a family, friends, and a good home waiting for her. You can't give up on love just yet; in case you haven't noticed, when you speak of her, it's quite obvious, so don't deny it. Just don't give up. Keep hoping she'll come back, and I guarantee, it'll come true one day," Raxa encouraged, giving the paint a somewhat gentle-as-she-cloud-muster smile before she lowered her head to graze again.
@[Jedi]