Romans & histoires Cal And Mare

Anne's hand tightened on his arm as they reached the stable doors. Cedric paused, sweeping his cane over the threshold to determine if he had clear access before he ushered her inside. "Their sire was the famous Firestorm. The two mares I have are called Winter's Heart and Autumn's Flame. I've been calling them Heart and Flame." Anne held her breath in excitement as Cedric counted the stalls, his cane tapping lightly on each stall door they passed. Inquisitive equine faces poked out of the wooden enclosures. Cedric set his cane against one particular stall door. "Ahh, this should be Winter's Heart."

Matteo glanced between us, clearly sensing the tension. "She likes apples," Matteo said, gesturing to the mare. "If you want to give her one." "Thank you," I said, grateful for the excuse. I took the apple he offered, held it out. The mare's warm breath brushed my palm as she took it gently, lips soft. Mario watched. His eyes didn't soften. "She's beautiful," I said, mostly to fill the quiet. "And strong," Mario replied. "Knows her boundaries as well." The words felt pointed. I nodded anyway. "That's important."

It would be a cold but lovely day. Beth was as excited as her mare who was eager to cover more ground and would canter ahead of Lord's Carlisle's black gelding. Her reins had to be pulled multiple times to stay her so Beth and Lord Carlisle could ride side-by-side. Lord Carlisle did not seem to mind.

Mary smiled. “Let’s get him groomed and saddled,” Tenac said, taking a step back and letting Mary do the work. Mary soon noticed the difference between the two horses. Not only was Fizz taller and more muscular than Buttercup. But he was more curious. Buttercup had happily stood still and let Mary do what she needed to do. Fizz wanted to look and see what she was doing. He wanted to taste most things she found as he nibbled on anything she let come close to him.

They insisted on mounting me on top of a horse on my own while the two of them remained traveling by foot, but I insisted I needed someone to ride with me. So now, all three of us were crowded at the back of a white mare. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere hot and steamy,” Caesar grinned. No snow fell on the entire morning and even in the early afternoon. I bet my mate was still licking his lips, still remembering and savouring how I tasted. “Do you think things will be different if I weren’t mated to Kallias?” I asked all of a sudden, my curiosity knocking my thoughts and the desire to break the awkward silence both prompted me to.

They sat together silently as the top half of the sun shot long ribbons of light across the brown river and the drinking horses, some of whom lay down in the shallows and rolled themselves in the cooling mud. When the herd began to move in twos and threes up the north bank, Call touched the mare and he and the boy moved out into the water. Call loosened his rein and let the mare drink. He was as pleased with her as he was with the catch. She was surefooted as a cat, and far from used up, though the boy’s mount was so done in he would be worthless for a week. Pea’s big bay was not much

I grimaced. Tyrelle's eyes widened at my words, and he quickly backed away and waved his hands in the air, blushing. “No!” He coughed. “You and I are both...young. And wolves mate forever. If I...and...you...it will be permanent.” His face was already red from embarrassment as he tried his best to finish his sentence. “Then how should I act like I...a mare?” I have to say, this conversation is very awkward. “A mate. A mare is a female horse.” He corrected me with a deadpanned look on his face. “You have to wear this.” He said and brought out a small pendant in the shape of a half-moon. On it, there was an engraving of T.G.

Christopher joined them eventually, stealing spring rolls and providing running commentary on the social media reaction to yesterday's press conference. "You're trending," he informed them. "Both of you. #BlackwellScandal is number one. #CalculatedBride is number three—they're calling you that because of the contract marriage thing." "Catchy," Isabella said dryly. "Right? I'm thinking of making t-shirts. 'I survived the Blackwell Scandal and all I got was this lousy t-shirt and federal immunity.'" "Too wordy," Damien said. "Fine. 'Team Isabella'? 'Team Damien'? We could start a whole merchandise line."

The mare grabbed his attention even when he didn't know that it belonged to her. "Pratap gifted her this mare when Mira was just fourteen years old. The animal was also young, you can say that they have grown up together and Mira was fascinated with this beautiful mare. She named her after her heart shaped mark on her forehead... I must say that Mira has done an exceptional job in training her... Dil is the strongest and fastest one among all." He was proud. Damon smirked. "I want this mare!" Uday looked at him hesitated.