this obscure light
that falls from the stars
Her eyelids narrowed as the thick stallion shook his head and spoke. Her curved ears were pointed forward, their bent tips gently brushing to form a unique crown over the top of her poll. The words he spoke did not meet with their line of conversation, but the mare took a moment before she decided it was a miscommunication between them. Perhaps it was a phrase she was unaccustomed to.
“I am Aarushi.” She said, head lifted, “this is my brother, Aadhira.” The slate grey shifted behind her, moving his weight from one side of his body to the other, still watching the stallion warily. “What are you called?” Aarushi asked.
“Why do you live in a lagoon and not this meadow?” She asked, her gaze momentarily leaving him as she looked around. True, most the grazing was clipped down short, but there still seemed ample vegetation here and she wondered why more horses were not lingering. She tried to assess if there were any lurking dangers but, on the surface, it seemed a simple, wide open meadow which was well traveled through by other horses. “Are there dangers here?” She slipped her sharp gaze back to the stallion, watching him carefully.