Astara
When a stallion had at last approached her, Astara immediately lifted her head from the grass. He introduced himself as Archam, and he appeared to be healthy and well muscled. This pleased her, and with a flick of her tail Astara showed her approval.
"I am," she replied. "My name is Astara, and if you have one to offer, I'll go with you." Some mares gave stallions a more challenging time, but Astara, this time, had no need. As it turned out, what Archam wanted from her was exactly what she wanted from him--a little wobbly legged foal before too long. Whether it would end up with her spots or more of his bay roan coat she didn't know, but was more than willing to find out.
Half rearing, her spirits were high to return to his herdland. "Show me the way," she insisted, waiting for his lead.
"I am," she replied. "My name is Astara, and if you have one to offer, I'll go with you." Some mares gave stallions a more challenging time, but Astara, this time, had no need. As it turned out, what Archam wanted from her was exactly what she wanted from him--a little wobbly legged foal before too long. Whether it would end up with her spots or more of his bay roan coat she didn't know, but was more than willing to find out.
Half rearing, her spirits were high to return to his herdland. "Show me the way," she insisted, waiting for his lead.
a mare of mysterious intentions
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