Meadow

Será mejor que estés aquí ...You better be here. With a dainty leap, the slender mare leapt free of the ocean waves, ears already pinned beneath the sodden lengths of her thick mane. Already perturbed at the lengths to which she had gone for her golden stallion, Switch was in no mood to tolerate further inconveniences. No te perseguí por todo el maldito mundo para que desaparecieras de nuevo.I did not chase you across the whole damn world for you to disappear again.

The land her dainty hooves found purchase on was unfamiliar to her; the landmarks as foreign to her as the back of her own neck. Yet it felt no different than the place from where she'd traveled. Wide open space bore the tracks of many equines, their bewildering array of scents an assault on her nose after so many miles of only salt in her nostrils. Said seawater rained in tiny droplets from her coat as she shook free of it, and remnants of the salty brine glittered on the flat black of the fiery girl's coat as she strode up the beach.

¿Adónde fuiste ahora, Fiero?Where did you go now, Fiero? The petite girl paced along the edge of the meadow, impatiently snatching at the tallest reach tufts of Spring grazing without pausing in her movement. She would find him, whether he wanted her to or not. The girl realizes after passing the same awkwardly conversing couple tres times that she was not getting anywhere. The mid-morning sun had done much to dry the girl off, although the telltale hint of ocean still nestled deep in her thick tresses.

"Fiero!" She shouted with a toss of her head, dark hooves skittering to a stop. "Lover boy, ¿dónde estás?"

Surely, the golden male she sought had to be here. He'd not given her much to go off of, not that much of their time had been spent in conversations about their pasts. No, she relished the thought of his inexperienced lips trailing across her body with as much intensity now as she had when he'd torn away from her. A shiver trickled down her lithe body as the memory rose in her mind.

MARE | PASO FINO | BLACK | 14.3 HANDS | HOMELESS | LOVEINSPIRED