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her name was offered, and he gave his own in return. fitting, she supposed. gingerly, he comes closer, a step in her direction this time, but gives room for rejection still. it is most unlike past experiences. a blonde tail flicks behind her, knocking a fly from her hindquarters as they stare each other down.

by now, most stallions would make an attempt to assert themselves—he does not. refreshing. to express her concealed gratitude, she bridges the gap. a small step forward as she stretches her neck to meet him, breath his scent.