He still hasn't found Neon, he had found her scent mixed with a stallion's but when he followed the trail it ended at the water. Did the stallion drown her? Or did they cross to an island he could barely see? He didn't know but he didn't have the mood to cross the water to find out yet. So now he was meandering in the meadows. Ocassionally grazing, occasionally chasing little animals across it snapping at them with his teeth. He knew others eyed him warily for doing this but he didn't care, some just assumed he was young. Which he was, but it wasn't the reason he did this.
When he felt her stare it was a moment that he had been grazing. The young stallion lifted his gaze to meet hers and he tossed his head and snorted.
What should he do? Should he go torment her? Should he just engage in casual conversation? He tossed his head again and arched his neck and struck the ground with his right front hoof. He slowly began moving her way, but was unsure what he was gonna do when he got to her. |