She could feel the dark stallion’s eyes on her before Celestine even reached him. His gaze was calm but alert, and she met it with her own. When he lifted his handsomely shaped head, the sunlight fell into his gold eyes, and Celestine enjoyed the way they glowed.
When he spoke, the spotted mare took note of his accent. Her own voice was slightly accented, just light enough that it was easy to miss in shorter sentences.
One can never be too careful, he said with a smile, and she smiled in return.
“Very true,” she said smoothly.
“You never know when something might decide you look tasty.” She cocked her chiseled head at him, studying him like a cat.
Are you cold? he asked, and before she could answer, he moved to block the winter breeze that had been playing lightly in her snow-colored mane. Surprised, Celestine raised a brow, swiveling her head to continue to face him. A coy smile pulled one side of her mouth upwards.
“I don’t mind the cold,” she said with amusement.
“But thank you.”
With one sweeping step of her hind legs, she pivoted to face him straight on. She never took her eyes off of him, but she did bow low to swipe a bite of the thin, frosted grass at her feet.
“What brings you to this place?” She asked after straightening up once again.
“Speech”
Celestine
throw a kiss into the wind
[ mare | 17hh | Belgian Draft mutt | Nils x unknown ]
