Literature
WoTW|Malachi|Trust Me
“Absolutely not.” “You’re being ridiculous.” “I’m being ridiculous?!” Aisha squealed hotly. “You’re the one that wants me to roll around in the mud like some… some…” “Go on, use your words.” “Oh hush up, Malachi!” The palomino mare snapped, standing at the edge of the dried-up river bank. The black stallion only smirked at the mare’s theatrics as he rolled onto his back again, kicking up plenty of mud as he did so. He didn’t hide the amused snort that left his throat as he watched Aisha quickly back further away from him. They had been arguing over the mud bank nearly all morning. The days were growing hotter, and the pair hadn’t been able to find a decent bit of shade in a while. Malachi had already started feeling the effects of the African heat, but with Aisha’s fair coat, she’d be more susceptible to burning under the sun’s rays. But the stubborn mare refused to join him in the mud bank. She had been far too worried about dirtying her precious coat. Some good her tan pelt will