He’s moved from the Common on to the Meadow, idly wandering through the lush grasses of the communal island. Autumn has come to the world, the trees burnished gold and the wind cool, tips of the long grass dying slowly down; it’s refreshing, compared to his new home. There isn’t much in the way of Autumn there - it’s still hot, it’s still dry. The nights come earlier and get colder, but there’s no evident color change - unless you count ‘barely green’ to ‘all brown’, and he really doesn’t. So the visible change of seasons is nice; even nicer is the pretty brown mare across the field.
She looks distracted, first moving elegantly in a circle and speaking to someone Rafe cannot see. He can’t make out the words, only the vague shape of them within the air. Does she have a foal hidden in the grass, perhaps? It doesn’t seem like the proper time of year for it, but stranger things have happened. It must not be the case, because within a breath she is bursting across the field, dashing quickly after something that Rafe cannot see. It’s quiet here, but he finds it hard to believe any mare would leave a foal in so public a place. She’s speaking again too, and this time he’s certain there isn’t anyone around. Rafe pauses across the open area, assessing. She’s pretty, but seems perhaps a little...vacant? Crazy? Perhaps he shouldn’t judge but he hardly wants to welcome someone insane into his new home.
When she finally comes to a stop, Rafe moves forward across the open meadow. He’s weighed the options and decided that an approach is worth it; talking doesn’t mean tempting her back to the Badlands, and if she really has lost it he can politely bow out. She’s grazing now, head lowered to snatch at the rich mouthfuls of grass quickly, so this is his opening. With a snort, Rafe strides forward until he comes to a stop just in front of the mare. His ears prick forward in interest; she’s prettier up close, finely boned with striking eyes, shorter than him and a face and coat oddly marked - perhaps even enough to rival his own bold coat. His blue eyes fall on her, sliding over her slim, elegant form. “Did you catch whatever it is you were chasing?”