Fira folded her arms over her chest. “Human men like docile, doting, dainty wives.”
Ricker blinked. “You are not … large.”
“Compared to mares. But my stature is considered a misfortune. I am ungainly, cumbersome. You know, I have even been described as coltish.”
He snorted his way into a whinnying laugh and swooped her into his arms.
“Her Colt” | art by FoxOfTwilight
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Love that, and loved that story!
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Checking on the phone, I was like: “Aww, they’re almost the same height”
Then a little scrolling down and I’m like: “WOA, he big!” (O_o)
Still undeniably adorable the both of them.
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Beautiful art! I loved this story.
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That’s lovely!
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I love them soooooo muuuuuuuuch 😭😭❤️😭❤️ They are absolutely one of my favorite couples in the Sagas and Songs. They fit together so nicely and pick each other up when they’re down. I’m hoping they’re still living happily in the present day….???? ❤️🥰
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I’m over here with my fingers crossed, too!
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