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>Mare smiles, though shuddering lightly at his touch. >Thoughts return to his words before, however, seeming >impossible to erase them from mind. She plays them >back, again and again, slowly piecing riddle together. >Salvation...salvation. What would need saving? >Hesitant to ruin moment, she sighs. But this was >something she needed to know, and she whickers, gaze >moving to stallion's, holding it, searching for >answers. > ><i>M'lord, forgive me. But your words before. Of >salvation for this land. There is nothing here to >save. The land is perfect for equines such as we. >There is nothing I would change, except perhaps a few >other h...</i> > >Sudden dawning flashes cross features, and she glances >to ground quickly, before gaze darts back to steed, >orbs flashing with inner fire, all signs of smile >erased. > ><i>That's it, isn't it? I shall save these lands by >producing more horses. Is that what you think, m'lord? >I am to be used for some sort of plan, designed by >you, so that you will have a herd to rule when it is >time?</i> > >Auds are pinned to skull, flames seeming to consume >chestnut coat. She should have guessed earlier. What a >fool she was. Allowing herself to be swept away by his >flatery, while all along, the truth was staring her in >the face.

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