Post by Luka Ingersleben on Dec 1, 2012 14:14:03 GMT -6
Luka stood by Xheva's side, holding the mare's lead loosely as she grazed on the few shoots that had managed to grow by the side of the barn. The once-shockingly white wrap on her leg already looked dirty again, although he had just changed it. The mare had broken her leg badly on the trail, and while Luka would have been all for letting her try to heal, his parents had refused. As he fought for his mare, the truth had come out. Their financial situation at the moment wouldn't give them the amounts they needed, for an all too unsure outcome. Luka had said he understood, and while he did see the reason, he still couldn't believe that he would have to sell Xhevahire on.
His parents had arranged the sale, of course, and hadn't consulted him on which day he would prefer the mare to be picked up. Due to her impressive bloodlines, she had still fetched a rather good price, despite the broken leg. As Luka watched his mare graze, he tried to imagine her with a big, round belly. She was going to the life of a broodmare, once her leg healed, although he would never see her again.
His parents had arranged the sale, of course, and hadn't consulted him on which day he would prefer the mare to be picked up. Due to her impressive bloodlines, she had still fetched a rather good price, despite the broken leg. As Luka watched his mare graze, he tried to imagine her with a big, round belly. She was going to the life of a broodmare, once her leg healed, although he would never see her again.