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[Zephyr]

 The mare felt Krigare's soft muzzle rub on his shoulder affectionately. She leaned in to it, enjoying the breath down her ivory pelt. In many ways, she could feel the stallion's excitement - the way his breathing stopped for a moment when she had told him she would be staying, the way he immediately wanted to touch her as if he couldn't contain himself...she enjoyed it that; being with someone who was so happy to have her around. 

Zephyr turned her pale head to trace outline of his muscles with her snout delicately. She paid attention to how soft his coat felt along her muzzle, how powerfully built he was...then she felt the fibrous tissue of scars covering his body.

In some ways, this made her nervous. As she outlined them, she wondered what he had done to earn them. What fights, what trauma had he endured? What had caused...this? It reminded her she had so much to learn about him; she had to take it slow. 


She removed her muzzle from the side of his body.

Everyone has scars...some just aren't as visible... Zephyr thought to herself, a reminder that she had to trust him. He had been so wonderful to her; she couldn't let the marks on his body blind her from this fact. 

"You lead the way," She encouraged, grinning sweetly at him.