“Fuck me. Would ya look at that?”
Braemar stared at the waterfall with wide brown eyes, transfixed by the way it cascaded in a long silver veil, and how he could feel its thunder in his hooves. The waterfalls in his homeland had been little more than trickles in comparison. This truly was a land of giants, as Braemar had discovered in the afternoon since he’d arrived. He’d never felt so insignificant in his life, and that was saying something.
So transfixed was he by the waterfall, it was a good few minutes before he noticed the delicate vision standing on the other side of the pool. Braemar stared at her for a few minutes, a coy smile slowly spreading on his face. Now here was a lass who could make him feel tall again.
The urge to catcall her bubbled up within him, but he suppressed it. His words would be lost in the thunder of the waterfall, anyway. Instead, Braemar picked his way around the edge of the pool, his hooves splashing through the shallow stream that drained out of it. He did not take his eyes off the slim young mare while he approached. His head was high atop his thick neck, his silver tail whisking eagerly across his dappled hindquarters.
“Y’all right, darlin’?” he drawled in his thick accent. “Lovely day, ent it?”
Braemar stopped beside the mare and made himself comfortable, lowering his head to take a brief drink from the pool, before flashing her a lopsided smile.
4; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh |