[m/p] so contagious
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Big Grin I am thinking we have to have some kind of evidence of what we are planning … o.-
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She felt his grip hold her securely and the warmth their combined bodies created being so close. Her hands laid on his, resting just above her abdomen. The contrasting dark on white stood out starkly in the growing dusk. The fire barely enlightened their silhouettes as the man pulled them down to the gristly grass. Her toes, wrapped around each edge of the fire, were barely warm from the tiny flame reaching just above her ankle. Ever turned away from the barely successful project and set her maw on Ezra’s chest. She sighed moments after him, hearing the stallion shuffle in the black.

The heat from the fire was growing slowly as they sat, despite the temperature dropping while the sun went down. Ezra spoke first, his deep, supple voice sounding quietly in her auburn ear where his muzzle lay. She moved her shoulder affectionately and tilted her head on his.

She will be beautiful, and powerful … anything you can imagine,

Ever said softly, her own tone melodically sweet and mingled like a song with the multi-hued man’s. The warmth spread along her legs, making her drowsy. She breathed and twisted suddenly, fighting off the fatigue. Excitement helped fuel her energy. The idea of tracking down another wild horse gave her chills. Her job was important to her and she was passionate for it.

We will leave when the sun rises, the heard will be just waking then,

Truthfully, she didn’t know where the heard was, nor did she know if there would be the beautiful and powerful horse she had promised Ezra. Ever knew he wouldn’t be picky, but she couldn’t just give him any companion. They were special, and he knew not much of them. He needed a horse that matched him, like Saphraine and her. Her ice blue tinted irises gazed over where her companion could have been obscured by brush.

She hadn’t brought anything on the trip. A satchel would slow them down and meat from their homeland would attract unwanted attention. Ever didn’t even obtain a rope. Horses were not domesticated animals to her. You couldn’t lay a rope on them and teach them to enjoy it if they didn’t. Saphraine was wild, however much Ever told others differently. He left and came when he pleased, and the silver girl hoped Ezra would understand her ways. She squeezed his hand again with her small fingers. Once more the female marveled at the beauty of having them.

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