Dory watched the water's ebb and flow, the sea-breeze tugging her mane and bringing the salt scent to her quivering nose. Swafi hadnt been down this way since last she had seen him, and she missed him. He was safe in her heart, and now she always remembered him...trouble was, remembering someone and having affection for them meant you missed them as well. And that wasn't as nice.
'Are you looking for that stallion again?' Squishy asked as she approached the mare.
'Yes..' Dory admitted, turning away from the sea and looking at the pinkly hued familiar.
'Maybe he's forgotten about you?' Squishy said, brush curling around her paws as she sat on the sand near Dory.
'Do you think that would happen?' she asked, worry causing her brow to furrow.
'He's a male...and there are many Soquili mares around these parts you know.' Squishy said archly. The vulpine wasn't being mean, she was just trying to prevent the absent-minded mare from getting hurt.
'I have to believe he will remember me. He made such a big deal out of me remembering despite my little problem, so I have to hope he has done the same, and has just...been busy.' Dory finished lamely.
'Maybe.' conceded Squishy. She was the mare's friend after all, and if the worst happened and the stallions affection had been as temporary as snow in the sun she would be there to help her get over him.
'C'mon..the human has some dried grass for you waiting at her teepee.'
'Okay.' Dory said, wandering off the wrong way down the shore. Squishy skipped after her, turned her the right way, and they were off towards the Village.
