Meadow

The Peak is full. Recently there has been an influx of men, strange men, men that his mother had warned him to stay away from. He had nodded and slunk away beneath the shadows of the scraggly pines that are scattered through out the rocky mountain slopes. Expertly he skipped from one rock to the next, perfecting the skills of the fjallgeit. Them with their agile hooves, curled horns and wooly coats who skipped across the mountain peaks. He envys their skills and so with watchful ice blue eyes, he watched and then mocked them - quite well if he admits it to himself.

The yearling moves beneath the watchful eye of the monolith that he calls his home. His hooves find the well worn path that leads him out into the common area and to the wide open meadows. His ears flick beneath wisps of silvery hair, mother promises it will grow longer... but he doubts her continual promises.

He pauses momentarily at the edge of the meadows, his icy eyes take in the few horses that mill around but one in particular catches his attention. She is dappled and grey and she can jump! He watches in awe as she leaps into the air, her hooves float over the earth and she has such grace. An excited nicker leaves his pink lips as he pushes himself into a trot and moves toward the water that draws her near. He moves until he is closer to her and mimics her sliding halt with a clumsy one of his own.

He glances over at her and cocks a hind leg as well... Isn't this what you do when you meet strangers? You copy them? He tilts his crown up and nervously clears his throat. "Uh," he croaks and then swallows the fear that suddenly clenches at his chest. "You a valkyrie?" he asks. "Mother tells me stories of Valkyries, and their wings and how fierce of warriors they are... and like you flew back there."

He offers her a lop-sided grin as he shifts his weight from hoof to hoof. And hopes...