Common

The water was ice on his skin, but he kept pumping his legs towards the common's shore. It felt oddly colder than the last time he swam here as he drags his robust body on top of the snow covered sand. It was mildly chilly here, nothing like the Inlet, but cold enough to make the boy shiver. He thinks this was because of his freshly wet coat so he promptly shakes what he could from his darkening hide. Ironclad then precedes up the beach and towards the heart of the commons where he waits for the first sign of movement.

After the fiasco he had two weeks ago in the commons he actually surprised himself by coming back. Call him foolish or dumb, but I guess the young ones just get up faster after a fall. Dark blues quickly catch the form of the pale mare walking across the meadow. She stood out easily among the darkening colors surrounding her body as she steps into in his path. This is it, he thinks. Game face time! Ironclad forces a smile on his lips as he pursues the mare in question.

He thinks about his last approach when he had claimed Valka. He thinks about the advice his father had given him and how to do this differently than the last time. He should not have let Valka have so much freedom. He should have been mean stern and acted like a grown stallion. A nicker escapes his lips as he gets closer. That look in her eye almost causes him to hesitate, but he keeps going.

Once again it was a mare older than himself. This only makes him moves his legs faster until his lips were able to reach her skin. He places his claiming nip on her flank before moving his body to get in her path, to stop her from going further. "Do you know where you are?" He asks as he finally focuses on her scent. The smells on her coat were strange and unfamilar.