fearghas

This time, as the colt traipses across the landscape of the Lagoon, he is careful of where his hooves land. Not necessarily because he gives any whit to whether or not he's dirty - the mud helps to ward off the reawakening insects after all - but because he had no intention of spraying the grulla mare he'd led here. At least not again. Not on accident anyway, although he hadn't necessarily ruled doing it on purpose out.

She'd be mad, he knew. Ally had made it very clear that she would kick him in the tail if he did it again, but if that didn't sound like a challenge, he didn't know what did.

Plus, the thought of wrestling with her was not entirely unpleasant after all. He'd gone a few rounds with some of the Lagoon stallions, but the playfulness of roughhousing was lost when you were actively trying to improve your skills. He just wanted to have a bit of fun.

"See, Ally? Ain't it pretty?" The almost-stallion gestures to the open space before them. The ground was perhaps, not entirely beautiful, but the elegant moss draped trees were gorgeous and framed a sky that was just starting to turn pink. Birds, reawakening from a long winter were already making various noises in the trees above as they flitted back and forth from tree to tree.

The interest of the scenery wanes in comparison to her company however, and he cranes his neck back toward her with a smile. "Was yer old home anything like this?"

stallion . 2 years . 15.2 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit