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Long strokes of the brush removed the little bit of dust that had settled on Saphraine’s golden coat. She could hear him breathing. Steadily, an in and out rhythm that brought the girl slowly back into consciousness. Her black hands fingered the rough surface of the comb she held before trading it for a softer one. It lingered in all of the curves of the stallion’s muscles and left a gleaming stream behind it.
It was hard to focus on the more delicate things like how Saphraine’s white locks had flecks of pale grass intertwined and how his dark chocolate eye’s barely flickered from his enjoyment. She pushed away all of her other blurry, confused thoughts and strained to look at the details. But Ever was still shallowly focused when the woman walked in.
Both Ever and the stallion had heard Princess approaching when she was nearly to the large, stable door. Her gait was slow, unpracticed, and drawn on into long strides. She appeared inside the natural lit barn with an expected look on her face at first, which slowly faded into a pleased expression. Even out of the corner of her eye, Ever recognized the petite woman before she spoke.
“Good morning, Princess!”
She was still seeing all the details. The worried lines that freckled her slim face, the protective stiffness in the hand that rested lightly on her stomach, but mostly, the bright sparkle in her golden eyes that reflected in her voice.
“Congratulations on your successful pregnancy,”
Ever said with warmth. She could see that too. The very slight, at least 2 week, bump that protruded openly in her purple sweater.
“If you are looking for Haven, I am afraid he has not come recently.”
It was true. The Knight used to come often but not recently. Ever wondered if it was because of the absence of Heath. But she couldn’t think long. Back to brushing as a breeze of thoughts brought on by Princess’s pregnancy made the stalls sway. She hid her sudden vertigo by looking at the other end of the stable until the ground settled under her again. The girl really did want to hear all about anything the caramel woman wanted to say. An avid listener, she was, even if she struggled underneath.
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