Meadow

The snow fell in heavy, wet flakes that collected quickly on his topline but did not yet melt, insulated as they were by the heaviness of his coat. Consecutive winters spent in the harsh climate of Tinuvel had pushed his body to its limits, and it was a rare day anymore that the lean tobiano shivered because of the weather. His hoof steps were muffled by the low lying snowbanks and in the peace of the late afternoon, he felt free to let his mind wander.

Change was coming to the islands again… he could feel it in his bones. Xiomara. Valka. Bjorn. Rougaru. Cullen. Nyimara. The Lagoon. All of them were shifting in position, rotating in place, and unveiling new pieces that would require a steady hand to solve. He did not yet know what picture the jigsaw would form, but he was determined that his family would remain safe, if not come out at the top of the heap.

A pale peach figure glowed in the half-light ahead of him and he paused to study them. He let his gaze rove over them silently at first, not particularly interested in drawing their attention before he decided if he wanted it. The first pass was to assess the basics, but the second, slower take was purely for admiration. His eyes trailed up the chocolate stocking to where primitive marks cross crossed the joint, and then further up, to where the color faded to a soft peach. He followed the rounded swell of her haunch to the low set of her tail, and then traced along the dorsal stripe that led him forward to her eyes.

A rogueish smirk spread across his lips the longer he studied her, and when he finally did nicker gently to break the quiet, he already had visions of bringing her to the Cove dancing through his head.

"It's a little late in the year to still be wandering out here alone." He murmured as he drew to a stop, his emerald eyes sparkling mischievously. "Or are you one of those women that prefer to keep everyone a full length away?" He stretched forward as he uttered his question, his voice dropping in volume as he got closer, despite the challenge in them. With a smirk he paused, waiting to see if she would deign to exchange breath with him.

Solomon