Time was a precious thing and in these moments it seemed to stand still. Upon the beach the chocolate mare laid eyes upon what would be her forever home. The gagged rocks that stood with deadly power, towering over her and reaching towards the sky would be the fortress that would keep her and her’s safe. Even if the mistress cringed in the face of danger, it would not be this day as a smile graces her lips upon the challenge she must face.


The king’s voice reaches her forward cupped ears and it is only then does the woman take her eyes from her new home to the golden man beside her. She would have to do more than watch her step here but silence remains ever hers as she allows her brown orbs to speak for her. It is neither fear nor wonderment that fills them but a challenging look, determination to make it in this land or die trying. The scent of adventure called to her yet as he draws his whiskers light across her barrel the mare remembers she would have to bid her time before she knew the real call of these cliffs.


Dropping her head to brush her lips against his, the mare barely notices the chill the water has placed upon her skin nearly turning her chocolate to black. It makes her light colored mane stand out starkly against her neck as it clings to her skin as well as her tail to her legs. Soon she knew it would all disappear, the salt water that slowly dripped from underneath and slid down her legs would join the sand and be no more. But until then she would stay close to her new king, stealing the warm he had to offer as each touch set her skin on fire.


“Show me your fortress my king, I hope it is filled with as many mysteries as I see in you”