What the leader said stung, but the girl kept her face neutral as she nodded and allowed him to lead her out. He must think of her as a kid, Ever assumed a little heartbroken. It makes sense, mind she didn’t know this was already taken territory. The soft clicks of Saphraine’s hooves on the sparse stones calmed her mood and she dug her hands as deep as she could in the warn pockets of her jacket dress.
Ever wiggled her fingers inside the close stitched fabric and marveled again how fine it was having them. She couldn’t believe almost a year of her life had been suffered through with paws. But something close behind the warm feeling of satisfactory burned with pain. Her love, her soul mate, would never experience the feeling. He didn’t even give it a chance.
Lost in off topic memories, the motley female moved along with the rhythm of her companions gait. She unconsciously took her hands out of the pockets and pulled the turtleneck collar farther up, closer to her white cheeks. The cold was not letting off and winter was approaching fast. She would be all alone soon. A hand gently struck the side of the gold stallion's neck while he walked.