As Taylor spoke with him about next steps - like the price range, her bloodlines, even her availability, Aarya wandered a few paces towards the line of nearby sale stalls. She wasn’t really looking, she told herself, just stretching her legs… giving Taylor space to obsess in peace. But then her russet-colored doe eyes landed on him; tucked into one of the middle stalls, half in shadow, stood a stallion unlike any she’d seen today. A collared pangare buckskin roan; buttermilk ov...
