Bacardi drinks in her scent as she reaches out her nose, exchanging breaths with him. Yet as she squeals and nips at him, he couldn’t help but jerk his head up in surprise. She had missed, but only barely, and he watched as she spun and then shot off with a kick of her heels. For a moment, he stood there dumbfounded. But the sound of her giggles quickly chased away his shock. Twinge was spirited and wild, and a smiled soon tugged at his lips as he took off after her. It had been quite some time since he had been faced with such spirit.


The painted stallion surged over the familiar land, catching up to the mare, but did not try to overtake her. The wind that whipped around them tugged at her mane, making it dance along her neck and back while her tail whipped out behind her. Though delicate in a feminine manner, Bacardi could not help but watch as the coil of muscle moved beneath her bay and white flesh. Power in her body that matched her free soul. He had known a mare like that once, and for a brief second, Bacardi’s mind slipped back to the time he had run just as freely along Havelle on this very land.


Burdens quickly shed like water, and Bacardi’s heart beats a little faster while his hooves grew lighter. The feeling that rushed through him like it had so long ago makes laughter escape from his dark lips as he felt young; as he felt like his actually age, for the first time in many long seasons.

five years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

"...speech"