Movements were frozen in time, emerald gaze watches stallion quietly. She would not chase him, nor try to capture him . . . companionship was sought, but it was not to be forced. A subtle inward flinch at the stones . . . the memories of such vile weapons . . . childhood, and those whom had shunned her.

You need to move out of the past, she remained where she was . . . quiet, and now unsure. Focus was prime, curiousity peaked . . . long ago should this stallion have flown the coupe, perhaps there was still hope at reaching him nonvocally. She did not seek to capture herself a travel companion, for something as special as that could and would not be forced.

Let her stay until this one left, if not the carrot could be left for the roaming animals around these parts.