Her laughter was even sweeter than her smiles and Zevulun was quickly finding he enjoyed indulging his sweet tooth. As the roan mare - Reef, she’d said with that adorable anecdote about her foalhood - gave him a grin and took off after Viđarr, Zevulun answered with a deep smile of his own. He tucked his pink chin to his broad, white muscled chest and flicked his ears forward, pale tail flagging out behind him like a proudly flying flag. His knees lifted up higher than they’d need to for a faster gait, it was a more showy take-off where he tossed his head and pranced after his companions, feeling the energy that was building in the coming of the storm.
Just like that, his fixated desires to find a way to woo Reef home with him so he might have more time with her were gone. The pale stallion fell into the moment, a wild and happy time where he could kick up his heels and smell the cold spring rain gathering in the sky and chase after two companions he’d happily consider friends.
Years ago he never would have thought this a possibility for him. Coming back to the islands, coming home, had been the right choice. If only he could have made Maziel see that, too.
Zevulun shook his head and put thoughts of his sorrow-filled past out of his mind. Those thoughts had no place here, where the only darkness allowed were the storm clouds gathering in the sky. He watched the haze of the rain falling down approach them closer and closer, then laughed heartily as he kicked out his hooves and stretched out his gait, running after Reef and and Viđarr, intending to try good-naturedly nipping at them once he was close enough, teasing as though he might bite them. It’d never happen, but he hoped it’d rile them up enough to give him a playful kick he could dodge, or even reach to nip at him themselves.
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