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She felt the muscles in her shoulder tense as she prepared to shift her hooves, should the paint deke and clip her ankles with a hoof. The mare’s mane rose and swayed as if caught in a wave when she shook her neck, and there was a bounce to her step when she- thank Equus- moved. 

Fancy didn’t pursue her. Once the correction was made, she eased off on the pressure. Her ears flicked forward, and her expression gentled. A fluttering of her nostrils relaxed her lips, a shake of her head lifted the sunken pit behind each eye. Colosseum reinforced her position- a gesture she appreciated. 

She turned one shoulder to the paint as she began to resume grazing, keeping her own space- between Sundown and the pair of equines who became acquainted with one another. She lowered her head so she too might enjoy the fresh patch of grass- though she watched with some interest to see how Colosseum might work his magic on this mare- and if she could be impressed. 

He didn’t flaunt himself, which was a bit of a disappointment. She did like to see men dance.