She peered at the grass as she paused and continued telling me about her story. I felt so sorry for her. I wonder what it would've been like, for me, a young filly out in the wild all alone. With barely any time for any mare to rear her, or seeing the male herd leader usher every horse to safety. All alone. I felt very sorry for her, and I felt the need to sympathize her pain. She looked up at me with her fiery eyes, such beautiful, dancing, orange orbs, with tears brimming the outer edges. I felt so struck, I was almost speechless. "That is a very sad story indeed, Ayaka. IF you want to, you can tag along with me for a while," I said inviting her to come with me for a little bit, or to continue our conversation.
A silent, and almost chilling wind blew in, ruffling my mane up, and making it seem as if Ayaka's eyes seriously did have fire in them.