There was always the hope of finding another soul in this wide world, or he'd settle for someone else in this rolling territory he now got to call his own. The scents of the previous residents had quickly faded away into salt and grass and the one mare who had requested to stay had yet to make an appearance. Ever hopeful though the painted stallion made a customary morning circuit. He truly enjoyed his new home. It provided wonderful warm weather mixed with spectacular views of the Shore and Harbor. Of course he was beyond thankful that he could not see the white sand shores of Paradise; he could not bear having to look at that constant reminder of his failures daily without going insane. That would have been oddly appropriate however.

The land rolled easily under his feet as he picked up his pace in a fluid canter. He was in his prime these days, traveling had honed his muscles beneath the burnt copper and white coat and his black mane and tail streamed behind him. As usual no one other than birds and small rodents scurried out of his path in greeting. He was dangerously close to giving up and heading to the common island in search of some other company when there was a fresher scent on the wind.

His painted head spun quickly as he headed in the direction just in time to see a trail of dust that led his vision to her. From what he could tell she was falling down one of the many mountainsides in the area, but with much more grace than most could hope for. Her front was a vibrant white while her back end seemed to blend into the dirt trail she was leaving save for her pitch black tail. That was more than enough to intrigue him. His light hooves picked up the pace to a full blown gallop toward her trying to work out if he should worry that she was truly falling or just having a good time.

With a hard stop he pulled up in front of her, light hooves digging into the soft soil as he tried not to topple over her. He quirked his head to the side with serious interest at her current posture but decided by the smile on her face that the whole charade had been intentional. The entire occasion brought a large, lopsided grin to his face. “That looked like an incredible amount of fun!” It had been far too long since he had indulged in something for pure amusement.

Meeting this oddly (but fascinatingly) colored woman had his heart racing with excitement.

stallion // mixed // fifteen.three // eight // bay dun tobiano [Ee/Aa/Dd/nT] // riley
beckett x summer