trechery (and all herd)

[Furrow]

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

She’s finding she doesn’t actually mind this place.

It’s been a few weeks now, but she’s slowly growing used to the mechanics of Njenyi’s herd. It’s a pretty quiet life, which suits her just fine, and she’s spending her days switching between grazing and actively avoiding the other mares. It’s not that she doesn’t like them, they all seem nice enough, she just … has no idea what to say. She’s never known what to say. Hazika had always made fun of her for that.

She’s grazing near the cave that Njenyi had first found her in when the stallion’s voice sounds out across the ridge, calling all of the mares too him. She hangs back at first, not being one to enjoy large gatherings, but eventually she slips up behind the group of horses.

Her brown eyes pass over the other members of the herd first resting on the paint, and the two cremellos that she’s seen before, then passing over the odd brown and black mare she hasn’t, before finally settling on Njenyi and his companion. It’s another mare (surprise, suprise), a palomino, and clearly a newcomer to the herd. Furrow listens as Cryil and Ohio introduce themselves, and eyes the two cremellos with disquiet as one of them nips at Ohio. Finally, when the little scuffle appears to be done, she speaks up, her quiet voice wavering. “Hi, I’m Furrow.”

Furrow
Hakeem x Fold.