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07-10-2017, 05:17 AM
She may be young and naive still, but Erthë was far from stupid. Volterra's suggestion, however wrapped in impish laughter or mock innocence it might be, still made the young mare gasp involuntarily. For a moment she just stared at him, cheeks flaming visibly through the thin white coat of hair, though it wasn't long before the expression in his eyes forced her to lower her gaze. She wasn't ready for these kinds of things, the little hybrid thought to herself. Not prepared, well not mentally at least... Her body was responding alright, the blood pulsating through her veins with a kind of heat she had only associated with battle and conflict up until now. It frightened her even more than the madness of the world, frightened and enticed her at the same time.
If only it had been someone else. Then she might have been able to ignore the sweet, searing pulse, or even give in to it with reckless abandon. But this was Volterra. Her friend, her almost brother - and didn't he have some other mare already? He had to, if he had children - and was this not a very foolish idea? So much could change, so many fragile, wordless things could rend and never again be as they were...
"I... don't know.." she said, and trembled as he leaned in closer. Hesitant, tempted, flattered and terrified of the implications of his words. Did he not see her as a sister after all? Clearly, there were things here they ought to talk about, ought to drag out in the open and examine with level heads and unprejudiced eyes.
It wasn't that she did not like him. Rather the opposite. And if she answered the suggestion, no the challenge... What would become of them?
"I don't... want things to change."
But she did not want to step away either, or part ways with the big, dark-coated stallion. The comfort of his presence offered her was real, and the temptation to let him distract her, utterly and completely, set her breath a quiver as she sought his burning crimson gaze again. Seeking reassurance. Comfort. Anything at all that might make the decision for her.
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
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