Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190822192352/@comment-5543592-20190823202025

"Eryna, take this from someone who has been where you are." Smith said. "You'll get over it, you'll grow.  When you're ready, or meet the right person, you'll move on."

The boy nodded, leading Jack around behind the stables, to the pasture. There was a beefy stallion, a few geldings that ranked from hardy to gentle, the elder gelding that the boy mentioned, as well as a number of mares. He pointed to one of them--a stout, healthy mare with a dark roan coat, with coloring that verged on indigo.

"That one right there.  The big man calls her 'Dry Cunt,' 'cause she never foaled." The boy cracked a gap toothed smile at Jack. "I calls her 'Navy' 'cause she's so blue!"