Dragoncrest Cliffs genuine’s “pony” is the best song about horseback riding i’ve ever heard

Mallaidh denied the allegation almost immediately, in a tone that Artaax couldn't decipher except to consider it weird. But she was always a little weird, so when she turned away, he persisted in following her. He stepped around to her shoulder to peer sidelong at her face, his head tilted. The memory of this scent still nagged at him, but it was something more instinctual that drove him to not want to leave her alone.

"What's wrong with you then?" he asked, turning to peer along her frame as though there might be a sign hanging off the side of her that explained. He paused thoughtfully, his own feelings stirring up something in him that I can neither name nor describe. "You seem different," he added after a moment, shifting his gaze towards her face again as he drew a tiny bit nearer.