Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

fancy had her demands; she was right, to a point, but maplesmoke wasn't going to cede much.

i did not choose to leave. he snorts, stomps a foreleg as if he might cut through her tone, and as he begins to explain himself further - his tail whisking - he stops, because the filly has said something out of pocket that distracts him.

selenia introduces them. i remember. i was present at the birth — hello. a stare, and then he turns his attention back to fancy.

you had your hardship, i had mine. i return, and will do my part. unless you think it better to be without a stallion at all? he could go, and stay gone. if this was the thanks he was met with, if this was the welcome he had somehow earned.

if he was expected to keep them safe for no reciprocated respect, what would be the point in that?