Falls

The moment he uttered his first word, Sweetbriar opened her eyes. Her ears twitched towards him first, before she turned her pale face to look at him. He was colored so uniquely, the mare forgot to speak at first. Too busy staring at him, no doubt he would think she was a creep. “No need to be sorry.” she said, offering him a smile upon her pink lips. Hoping that her friendly attitude would make up for her initial rudeness. Turning, Sweetbriar stood to face the young stallion now.


“My name is Sweetbriar.” she offered the stranger before extending her neck to offer her nose. Hoping he would accept the invitation to exchange breaths. It was easier to remember someone if they did; at least for her. “I don’t mind if you join me.” the black and white mare said as she pulled back into her own space.


Eyes twinkling in the darkness, light reflected by the moon, Sweetbriar couldn’t help but feel happy by the unexpected company. It had been awhile since she had seen anyone else, aside from off in the distance. “Do you come here often?” she couldn’t help but ask. Wondering if this was the only time she would see him, or if she might have the chance for company again someday.