Twinge finds herself so caught up in the strangely new and beautiful scene that lay before her that she does not first see Bacardi approach. Deep within the confines of her breast, her heart pounded so loudly that she found herself wondering how she could even hear anything beyond the steady thrum. Paper thin nostrils quiver as dark near black eyes drift skyward, watching as a large white bird with black wingtips dipped and soared high above the rolling waters of the bay. Large creatures that resembled the sleek dolphins spouted plumes of mist into the air, their dark tails waving a friendly greeting to her arrival. For the first time in her life, she hears the wind blowing. It is not the roaring thunder that accompanied dust storms, but actual wind as it whispered gently through the trees causing their needle-like leaves to shiver with the rhythmic lullaby. There was so much to see all around her that surely another might have felt overwhelmed by the enormity of the change. Twinge felt excitement.

Bacardi moves into view, the hard black of his hooves scraping audibly against the smooth, rounded stones. A single dial twitches as her gaze draws from the scenic landscape around them and to the muscular stallion with his eyes of gold. A mischievous smile twitches at the corners of her ash dusted lips as he circles around her, thrusting his hooves forward in a dramatic dance that made her suddenly aware that he had seen her wild display. His long, muscular neck coils proudly as the handsome stallion closes the last few paces that separated them with ease. Her small dark ears stand at attention as he stops before her, stretching his whiskered muzzle towards her own in an offer of greeting. Black and white tail lifts above her haunches, flicking back and forth in rapid succession as the excitement continues to swell within her. This was her first time away from all that she had known. Her first time away from the desert. She knew it was expected for her to be shy and meek, appreciative of the home the stallion had offered to her. She knew it was expected that she submit to his guidance and allow him to lead her into his home and show her the ins and outs of the territory. But that was not Twinge.

Tentatively she stretches her own arching neck towards him, paper thin nostrils fluttering against the strong testosterone filled scent of the stallion that stood before her. The changing of seasons beckoned her to submit to him, the steady pattering of her heart growing rapidly as the moments passed. A squeal erupts from her lips as she lashes out at him with jaws parted. She does not aim to maim or cause him any harm but she does attempt to nip his muzzle if he is not quick enough to withdraw. A playful giggle follows as she shifts her weight, pivoting the weight of her body on her forelegs to allow herself to spin into him before charging off with a kick of her heels and laughter in her throat.