HEROES MAY DIE
There is no returning form of greeting. She simply accepts his nudge quietly, and for a moment, the Friesian wondered if something was wrong. A concerned look crossed his face after a moment or two, but before he could voice himself, she spoke.
She wanted... to have their foals?
The words came as a surprise to him, and perplexed expression took over him. The pale maiden was quick to continue, explaining further why she had said such a thing. It wasn't that he was appalled or even offended by the statement, but simply surprised. Foals had never been something Destrier thought he would ever have, not with the life he had often found himself living, but he had always held a soft spot in his heart for them. Then, there was the fact that the two drafts had only met a short while ago. They had shared many words during their first meeting, delving into each of their pasts, if only a little bit. Tor intriguied him, and to know she held so much trust within him already, well... That was something special.
Moments later, the perplexion of his face slowly seemed to shape into a gentle smile, his dark eyes warm as they met Tor's gaze. Maybe it was all a bad idea waiting to happen, and a very small part of him was screaming to deny the mare her wish and try getting to know her better. But she was right, somehow; this felt right, even if they weren't entirely sure
why.
Drawing in a deep breath, the Friesian spoke, his voice soft, gentle.
"I would love to," he said at last, watching eagerly for her reaction before going on.
"I don't know what it is, Tor, but I feel there's something different about you. Something good." At that, he took a step closer, bringing them to stand closer together. This was all happening so fast, Destrier knew, but he couldn't bring himself to think differently than the way he had spoke.
"We were meant to be."
BUT LEGENDS ENDURE
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HP: 66.5
