Meadow

Bacardi’s smile falls and his ears push farther forward, the young stallion leaning a bit closer to the mare as her words seemed to choke up. Was she okay? Concern flooded him for a brief moment before he realized it was happiness he heard catching words in her throat. Relief made him breath out then, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened. “It’s my pleasure.” he replied truthfully. Nerys was proving to be a pleasure indeed with her wonderful and bright company.


Much brighter than the butterflies.


As that thought crossed his mind, Bacardi is grateful she cannot see the blush that would have swept his face. His cheeks heat and he looks away, his eyes drifting over the butterflies again and the other horses here. Would she be okay, once he left her alone? Bacardi was beginning to feel a sense of guilt about leaving the young mare here when she speaks up again, drawing his wolfish gaze back to her.


“No.” he quickly assures with a small shake of his head. “I had no prior obligations, nor do I think of you as a silly filly. Everyone enjoys something. I have enjoyed your company.” It is only afterwards that Bacardi realizes what he said and heat comes racing back to his face once again.

two years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the peak.

"...speech"