[open] so bright, the flames burned in our hearts; njenyi, any

[Furrow]

so bright, the flames burned in our hearts,
that we found each other in the dark.

She’s woken suddenly by gentle nudges, and the sound of quiet whuffling in her ear. “Wha …?” Oh. Oops. So much for the stallion ignoring her. She eyes him for a moment, taking in the odd mix of spots and stripes - not a combination that she’s ever seen before.

He doesn’t seem hostile, merely curious, so she hoists herself up onto her feet and tries what she thinks is a friendly smile (through really it comes off as a nervous one). “I’m sorry. I was just resting, I’ve been on my feet for a while. But if I’m bothering you I can be on my way right away!” She glances towards the cave entrance, which the stallion is currently blocking. She can see the head of a paint mare peering through.

“Oh, hello. I’m Furrow.” She can just catch a glimpse of a pale mare beyond the paint. She’s really run into the middle of things, hasn’t she? She hadn’t realized that this part of the little herd land was so busy. “Again, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb all of you. If I could just get past you,” she glances at the multi coloured stallion, “and then I’ll be on my way.”

Furrow
Hakeem x Fold.