Horizon Ridge Black honey

Larkspur felt like she would break apart, crack into pieces and just shatter on the sand. Of course, that didn't happen. But she continued to vent her grief against her forelimbs, until they were sticky and wet with tears and snot. She should have been embarrassed, weeping like this in front of a perfect stranger, but Spur didn't have any room left in her heart for shame. Besides, the other girl wasn't poking fun at her or otherwise making her feel bad for her tearful display. In fact, she was still trying to console her.

Spur lifted her head a few inches at the offer—those magic words—once more blinking moisture from her eyes. She swallowed, several times, and whispered, "You can?" Sniffing noisily, the little girl gingerly sat upright. Spur desperately wished Harlyn or one of the boys was near at hand, so she could snuggle against them, drawing comfort. In their absence, she wrapped her tail around her haunches, hugging into herself, peeking hopefully upward through soggy lashes.