A light breeze ruffles his mess of ebony mane, he lifts his nostrils; breathing in the pine needle fresh scent. He sighs contently, this was his home and now hers, if she chose to remain in the Inlet. The silence stretches between them, until she speaks; her voice honey sweet. Her touch was just as intoxicating, her muzzle rests against the soft, dark skin of his nose. It's ok, I understand "I am glad to hear that nokkuđ dama. I would hate for you to be angry with me." A smile touches his dark lips.
His smile continues to spread across his face, it lights up his ochre eyes. She wanted to see the rest of the Inlet, he could not help but feel giddy at the thought. He hoped deep down that she would love it here, but only time would tell; yet, so far she seemed to fit in amongst the dark pines. "Follow me." He sets off at a trot, excitement vibrates through his body, it was time for her personal tour. He slows, for a split second and throws his head over his shoulder; insuring the alabaster mare was not far behind.
As she nears him, he lets a nicker escape his lips; giving away the emotions that he was now feeling. He slows until they trot side by side, each stride matching. His muzzle reaches out to her shoulders, placing a playful nip. He throws a hoof out into front of him, followed by a few skipping bucks. His breath puffs out around his dark face, as he tries to catch it. His sides huff in and out.
ooc: eck! the next shall be better <3
Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm