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01-20-2014, 12:46 AM
 Alleo's head lifted a touch as Rasta stretched her neck out and lipped at his cannon. As she moved down toward his hooves he turned his head enough so that his muzzle was touching her cheek. He breathed in her scent then blew a soft, warm breath against her cheek. He couldn't know for sure, but instinct told him that she was worried about him when there was nothing to be worried about. He was comfortable in her presence, surprisingly so. There had been many horses that he had protected in his journey to find his sisters, but none of them made him feel a sense of peace as Rasta did. His head moved and he rubbed his muzzle against her neck, nibbling gently at her pale fur, eyes closed and a quiet hum rumbling in his chest. He could dwell for hours on what exactly it was that made him feel the way he did when she was around, but he would be no closer to the answer than if he just left it alone. So he would leave it alone because the temptation of sleep was proving to be hard to fight off. With the soft, gentle sound of Rasta's breathing coupled with the soothing sound of the water (that was far enough away that she couldn't roll him into it) he found himself drifting off to a state of absentminded bliss. The humming grew louder and he began to hum the melody of a song that he had not sung in years. Not since Lakota had escaped after they had slain the monstrosity that masqueraded as their father. His head settled near Rasta's shoulder and he continued to hum the song, visions of the happier part of his childhood moving through his mind like a slideshow. There weren't many times that he could consider happy, but he cherished the few that he had. "." |
