08-04-2016, 04:36 PM
Sreva rolled her eyes this time, "Challenging you would just be a waste of my time. I honestly don't care why you were chosen as lead."
As Helleborn continued on, chastising Sreva for her words, a few certain ones caught her attention, especially the last two statements. Sreva had been through too much to have relations with any horse, which is why she still questioned to this day why she'd followed Chemdog back to his herd lands. It was obvious that he preferred the mares who were willing to give him foals over those that didn't.
Sreva had to admit, she'd been feeling the effects of birthing season each time around, so she stayed away from the stallion, figuring she wasn't ready to raise a foal. But every time she saw Chemdog hanging around with the mares and their newborn foals, she grew jealous.
She was also slightly jealous that Helleborn had been chosen as lead mare, but why should she care? She didn't want any leadership positions anyway.
As Helleborn turned to walk away, she uttered those five words... those words that tore at Sreva's heart...
Once the mare was gone, Sreva lowered her head, muttering a few words to herself, "You'd be the first..." The pintaloosa started walking toward the tree line, now wanting to get out of the snow and take some time alone rather than enjoy the winter wonderland.
As Helleborn continued on, chastising Sreva for her words, a few certain ones caught her attention, especially the last two statements. Sreva had been through too much to have relations with any horse, which is why she still questioned to this day why she'd followed Chemdog back to his herd lands. It was obvious that he preferred the mares who were willing to give him foals over those that didn't.
Sreva had to admit, she'd been feeling the effects of birthing season each time around, so she stayed away from the stallion, figuring she wasn't ready to raise a foal. But every time she saw Chemdog hanging around with the mares and their newborn foals, she grew jealous.
She was also slightly jealous that Helleborn had been chosen as lead mare, but why should she care? She didn't want any leadership positions anyway.
As Helleborn turned to walk away, she uttered those five words... those words that tore at Sreva's heart...
Once the mare was gone, Sreva lowered her head, muttering a few words to herself, "You'd be the first..." The pintaloosa started walking toward the tree line, now wanting to get out of the snow and take some time alone rather than enjoy the winter wonderland.