Braylen's ears flicked to the gasp that escaped Abigail before his blood eyes drifted over to her as she moved forward to the pool's edge. With the crystal water behind her and the flowers seeming to frame her; the mare looked like something from a dream. She was absolutely stunning; the vegetation had nothing on her beauty.


The stallion caught himself staring openly, his eyes watching her every movement and he shook his head and glanced away. He looked to the birds that sat higher on the branches; their feathers just as colorful as the flowers below. Braylen's thick creamy tail swished a few times lazily before he allowed himself to look at her again and hope that he could control himself better this time.


"Neither have I" Braylen replied, though this time did not take his eyes off of her. There was no use hiding it; not when he had spoken so bluntly. "Though we have just met, I do hope you decide to stay Abigail. Please don't think I say that just because you are a beautiful mare; but because you are a pleasant being and I would enjoy your company should you decide to make this your home" the painted stallion said, hoping that she took his words as true and he meant them.