>”Achtung!”
>”Anonymous, du weißt ich liebe dich, aber du kannst nicht mir nach Hause vergessen!”
>”I really need to teach you English…”
>The little mare huffed as she trotted around your home, she was a keeper for sure.
>It was adorable to watch her hop on the counter and giggle as you turned on the gas stove, it was like the sound was a feather to her little belly.
>There were… The other times, however.
>One day you had come home to little Aryanne shouting loudly at the refrigerator, something about being annexed or the sound it made was… Verboden? Something along those lines.
>She had her soft moments, trotting over to you during a thunderstorm and curling up in your lap as she sang softly of clear skies and the luftballon that shone red in the sky above.
>There were the times she refused to take a shower unless you assured her you would stay in there with her.
>She was sweet but nervous at times.
>You had gotten her a little bow and tied up her mane.
>She blushed and fumbled with it.
>It was black and red; you had done it on purpose.
>Your little Aryanne was the gold that accompanied it.