"This is not up for discussion, Violet," Flash stated apathetically, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "I don't know why you think it's a negotiable matter."
The sun had nearly set in the west, painting the sky with warm hues of pink and purple before finally wisping into a vast canvas of speckled indigo. It was the most beautiful time of day in the land of Chevaline, but neither the indignant mare nor the obstinate stallion paid any heed to the evening brilliance. The only thing on Flash's mind was overseeing the shift change of the guard-stallions on duty; a task that was becoming exceedingly hampered by his annoyance of a mate.
"Francis is my son as much as he is yours!" Violet snapped, her emerald eyes rolling with disbelief. "How dare you try and take him away from me!"
"Don't you want what's best for our son, dear?" he questioned, softening his tone to hopefully win her over without delving into a tedious discussion.
"I still have things to teach him!" the roan mare ob