“He and the blue one are mates.” Asterin started. “They’re what?” The Crochan pointed to the blue mare huddled beside Abraxos. “He is smaller, yet he dotes on her. Nuzzles her when no one is looking.” Manon exchanged a glance with Asterin. Their mounts incessantly flirted, yes, but to mate— “Interesting,” Manon managed to say. “You didn’t know they did such things?” Karsyn’s brows knotted. “We knew they bred.” Asterin stepped in at last. “But we haven’t witnessed it being for … choice.” “For love,” the Crochan said, and Manon nearly rolled her eyes. “These beasts, despite their dark master,
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What a metaphor for Dorian and Manon
