08-23-2016, 01:35 PM
This time her exclamation is louder, and Njenyi glances up. She looks to be in pain - had she eaten something sour? Surely she is not feeling anything from her pregancy yet; they had only mated a few days ago and any foal inside her would be barely late enough to move, let alone kick.
Frowning, he steps closer and hears her muttered request for her sister. So she does want her here? Njenyi had thought he'd seen jealousy when he had eyed up the other golden mare. Had he been wrong? He will go and find her sister, but not only because it is what Pot of Cream wants. Njenyi is the stallion in the relationship, after all, and his needs come first. He needs a harem of mares, preferably fertile mares that will bear him more foals than there are blades of grass on the savanna.
"Hurt?" he asks her, bending down to see her better. The semi-upright flop of his chestnut mane obscures his vision for a moment, but he quickly shakes it out of his face.
Frowning, he steps closer and hears her muttered request for her sister. So she does want her here? Njenyi had thought he'd seen jealousy when he had eyed up the other golden mare. Had he been wrong? He will go and find her sister, but not only because it is what Pot of Cream wants. Njenyi is the stallion in the relationship, after all, and his needs come first. He needs a harem of mares, preferably fertile mares that will bear him more foals than there are blades of grass on the savanna.
"Hurt?" he asks her, bending down to see her better. The semi-upright flop of his chestnut mane obscures his vision for a moment, but he quickly shakes it out of his face.