“I’ll pass on that. I don’t drink. Job or not,” Eris said with a shake of her head.
Eris scratched the spot just behind the cat’s ear, marveling at how strange the absence of fur felt under her fingers.
“How did Mister Pickles come to be with you?” she asked, her eyes still focused on the affectionate cat.
Rhine lifted her head from the ground, still chewing on a mushy ball of grass. She regarded the stallion for a few seconds and then snorted, her nostrils flaring. She sidled away playfully, throwing her head to the side and shaking out her glittery mane. Her coat shone in the sunlight again, looking as if a pale light was being emitted from the mare’s skin.
Eris shot Rhine a warning glance. It was a long time since the horse had really interacted with any of her kind. They had been on the move for a while – usually just the two of them on lonely roads. She figured she could let the mare have a little fun, provided it didn’t lead to anything serious. The last thing she needed was a heart-broken horse, moping for a love that couldn’t be.