Sorry for the long wait...Writer's block lol. It takes me a while to get started up again. I don't think anyone cares. Meh.

Tymber cleaned Seabring's hooves.
You're thinking of him. Seabring accused.
"Who?" Tymber asked innocently.
Your mate. The black horse replied.
Tymber blushed. He's not my mate. she mindspoke.
Staar says he would like to be your mate. Seabring countered.
Well... Tymber replied, turning even more red.
It had been a few hours since Daire had spoken with Staar. When Daire had exited the stable, Tymber pretended that she was just walking in, but he hadn't even seen her. She looked out the stall window now. He was outside the house, absently playing with his harp. He looked up into the blue sky and squinted. It was like he was in his own little world.
He would make a fine mate. He is a strong leader. The other horses obey him. Seabring said.
They do. Tymber smiled proudly.
But you, Seabring said, are not a horse. You are a free spirit. The leader, your mate, likes things he can control. He will not control you.
Tymber thought. I suppose not. But if he's going to love me, he's going to love everything about me, and if he can't control me, then he'll just have to be content. We can compromise.
Seabring thought about what she said for a moment. I don't believe that mates should be basing themselves on compromise, but on compatibility. That's how the best foals are made.
Well, like you said, I'm not a horse. I won't be having foals. She giggled.
Seabring shook his head and whickered in exasperation. His black mane flicked the air and drew Daire's attention for a second, but he quickly looked away from the window and went back to fiddling with his harp.
Tymber felt his essence and Daire tensed. He looked around and shook his head. He had felt her! She pushed herself back into his mind and into his blackness. She looked into the depths and saw a blue light. Reaching, she touched it and quickly pulled away. There was a warm coolness to it that made her mind buzz. She tried to surge herself into it, but something told her that she had been there before. This was familiar. She pulled away from his mind and looked into her own. A violet light mimicked that of Daire's. She touched it and it felt the same. This light is her magic. Than -- Daire has magic?