Falls

Sweetbriar is glad when he comes to stand beside her. He is larger, taller, than she is. Making her feel petite, and even fragile next to him. Rather than feeling nervous or even intimidated; the black and white mare felt safer. As if nothing could bother her now. Not that she had been worried about it before. The warmth he gave off against the crisp chill of night was also comforting, and she found herself somewhat leaning into him rather than the tree. Sweetbriar hoped he didn’t mind her being so close despite them not really knowing each other. He hadn’t even given his name.


“I was born on one of these islands, but I don’t know which one.” The mare said, letting her eyes close again. The warm smile still remained upon her lips. “I was too young to remember anything when my parents took me away.” she added before peeking open an eye at him. He had seemed nervous, making him seem shy. It was cute and Sweetbriar wanted to giggle in amusement, but she managed to stave off the reaction.


Opening her eyes further so that when she turned her head, the stallion knew she was looking at him this time. He had a handsome face; young, without the marks of scars or the lines of worry. Sweetbriar wanted to tease him, but he seemed easy to fluster so she kept it to herself. At least for now. “Can you tell me about Tinuvel?” she asked him, hoping that talking about his home would give him confidence of familiarity.