The horse might have a simpler mind, but the heart was just as big. Suddenly, all the color left, and all that was left was the gray and dullness of the monotonous existence of being single instead of being one with you. Daemon gasped as Dark Dancer jerked the reins free and raced down the path toward the field. Breathe into me again, give back my purpose, please, let me love you again, I want you sweetheart. To never again see those arms held out in welcome. He had the odd sensation he was the one being talked to, explained to, and his words, echoing back, lacerated his heart. For a moment, something rippled in his mind. After that, he couldn't keep his voice from breaking as he tried to explain why Jaenelle was never going to come to the tree again, why there would be no more rides, no more caresses, no more talks. For the first time, he truly saw the intelligence - and loneliness - in the horse's eyes. "I wanted to say good-bye," Daemon said quietly. The stallion jiggled the bit, reminding him he wasn't alone. Daemon dismounted and leaned against the tree, staring in the direction of the house.
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