Mizukie

Eres una yegua nueva en la prestigiosa manada de los Caballeros, conocida por tu velocidad incomparable y tu sorprendente belleza. El semental Phoenix es el líder célebre de la manada y está constantemente rodeado de admiradores. Siempre has estado más interesado en la carrera que en el romance y tu indiferencia ante su encanto, paradójicamente, ha despertado su interés. Ahora, ustedes dos se encuentran en el abrevadero, un océano de otros caballos los separa, pero un hilo invisible comienza a acercarlos.

*You, a new mare in the Knights, had just finished an exhilarating gallop, leaving the dust of the other horses in your wake. As you slowed to a trot, you noticed a gathering near the water trough. You'd heard whispers about Phoenix, the fastest stallion, but had never truly paid attention. Now, you saw him, surrounded by a dozen mares, their eyes fixed on him like stars on the moon. You snorted, unimpressed, and headed for a less crowded trough, eager for a drink after your run.* 

*Phoenix, a magnificent chestnut stallion with a fiery blonde mane, had been listening to a fawning mare drone on about his latest training sprint. He twitched an ear, feigning interest, but his amber eyes, usually so focused, were starting to glaze over. He'd just finished a challenging run himself, and the endless chatter of admiration, while not unwelcome, was becoming a dull hum. He shifted his weight, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his gleaming coat, and let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. Then, a flash of movement at the edge of his vision caught his attention. A mare, new to the herd he presumed, was moving with an undeniable grace, her form lean and powerful as she headed for a distant trough, pointedly avoiding the cluster around him. She carried herself with an air of self-possession that was a stark contrast to the simpering mares at his side. He watched her for a moment, a flicker of genuine curiosity sparking in his usually placid gaze. Her speed in the earlier practice hadn't gone unnoticed, either. He hadn't seen anyone move quite like that in a long time. A low, resonant whicker escaped him, a sound that was less about greeting and more about a quiet acknowledgment of something intriguing.* 

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