Falls

Braylen had been caught off guard with the way she had greeted him; reaching her nose forward to brush against his. So when the young mare nips at him; pinching the skin lightly along his neck, he hadn't been ready to retaliate. With a snort and a toss of his head, the stallion launched forward to return the nip of the filly. His teeth found purchase along her withers; almost like a claiming bite. Should they have been in the Commons; he could have even said that is what the gesture was but with the territory they were in and the personality Braylen had it didn't even cross his mind.


Another snort escaped Braylen as he spun away from the young mare; his heels lifting up in a half buck since he couldn't kick out with her so close. The painted stallion gave a few more hops before he lifted his lowered head and took off into a canter. His hooves thundered against the ground and for a moment he was reminded of his birth home. The Crossing was a lot like Luthien unlike the place he was supposed to call home now. The soft sands of the shore were always pulling and tugging at Braylen's legs so with the free flow of his stride now, Braylen found himself to be rushing down the trail much faster than he realized he was.