Meadow

“Oh my god!”

A squeal, a peal that rips through the field and echoes off the trees. Such beauty had no place on the ground, with gold glinting shoulders and eyes that shimmered a delicate white-blue. Shimmering like the warm waters of the tropics, tantalizing and beautiful. He sprints to her, his pale hooves digging into the now-thawed ground and carrying him gracefully.

Such beauty, such grace- he was magnificent.

Blue-black and white, his speckled skin shines in the fresh spring sunlight. Dark tail flagging behind him, like the great banner of his people, he is a warrior on stilted legs. There is something very lady-like about him, from the slender, thin hips to the sloping, elegant shoulders- he is beautiful. Not like the robust and powerful stallions that inhabited these lands, fattened by generous springs and summers, their appetites wet and hungry for the soggy embrace of their women.

Valens is a marionnette- a pretty puppy dangling from the sky and dancing over the now-tall grasses that whisper and dance under the winds of spring. A green audience, applauding gently at his grand show. “Noooooo!” He cries out as he peers across the field at her, watching as she kneels and rests upon the grass, exhausted by whatever journey had brought her here.

It’s okay, love, Valens is here.

Once he is upon her, he slows dramatically, careful not to carve his hooves into the ground and send dirt flying towards her. No, no it would not due to dirty her pristine skin and mar the beauty that greets him. “Honey- honey are you okay?” He is standing over her now, his head hanging down and his lips running across her skin, searching for injury and trying to find what was wrong with her. Exhaustion, most likely, but he feared that she had chosen a rather muddy place to rest her body, perhaps out of necessity over the desire to dirty herself.

His speckled lips are seeking something out on her golden skin, tracing delicate lines from her shoulder to her hip, finding purchase upon her sweet, pale hair on her neck and tugging there, undoing the knots and trying to comfort her.

Of course, he would have to plunge her into a river to clean her up- but that seemed to be the going trend among all the horses he stumbled across in these barbaric islands.