The painted stallion dozed quietly in the shade of the pines, the sun falling in smatters across his back. As always she was there in his dreams. She had been commenting on his choice of a home, saying what she thought of the rolling hills smattered with rocks and sparse trees. A bit too humid for her tastes, but perfectly acceptable. That made him smile as always. She questioned why it was so lonely, why he had not gone out to find more horses to join him here. He shrugged, looking slightly ashamed before gesturing toward her with sad eyes. He had long given up trying to talk to her in his dreams. It never worked and his mouth just hung there. She shook her pale head at him and he knew she was close to a reprimand when the call came floating toward them.

They both turned their heads toward the distinctly feminine sound before he looked to her again. Go, and remember how to live, she simply said. Foolishly he reached out to touch her as she disappeared into darkness and then he started awake. He snorted and shook his head a few times in an attempt to clear his mind. He scented the wind for a moment trying to place the unfamiliarness of it coupled with the call to no avail. Quickly his hooves moved across the now familiar territory until he spotted a black form on a rocky rise ahead of him.

He pulled to a stop at the bottom, blinking up at her against the sun. “Quite a nice rock you have there,” he called up, a bit of amusement in his mid-tenor voice. Somehow interesting women kept finding their way into his home and he had to admit that he didn't mind.

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