While the lady moves with the air of a dainty celestial, he propels forward with the power and finesse of a freight train. She portrays a sketchbook figure of a delicate ballerina, bounding and leaping through the hesitant snowfall. Perhaps she harbors the uniqueness associated with a snowflake; each forged differently by their creator - not one individual exactly like the rest. He observes her whimsical antics through somber auburn eyes, his gaze tracing her figure as the sun lowers and the skies wilt to the doleful grey associated with the coming of night. He is almost frightened to approach her - worried that he may somehow disrupt her joyous jaunt or take away from the mystical atmosphere she has woven around herself. He is distressed by the thought that his presence may overshadow her glee and diminish the enchantment that has captivated him so suddenly. He finds himself unable to resist, the thought of approaching her as tantalizing as a siren's song. She pauses though, breaking her dance routine to drink the crisp winter water the pool underneath the falls has to offer, Before even acknowledging the movement, he finds that he has left his solitary spot and is drawing closer to the girl. He chuffs softly - a noise meant to alert the maiden to his presence, but one with no intent to frighten. Now that he has drawn near, he realizes the behemoth he must present to her gaze. She is exquisite, delicate almost, and the palpability of their size difference gives him pause. He halts - being mindful to maintain his distance - for who is he to rise from the dregs of the day and appear before her as the light leaves this place? He has not known enough kindness to understand the concept of depending on another; he was cast out of his home as is customary when a stallion reaches maturity. Though this act in itself is not one cruelty, the exile was the expected piece crafted to confirm into an oddity of puzzle pieces. He blinks once, retrieving himself from memories as he closes the door on that vault. "I am Jack Dillinger...Dill for short, if it pleases." The words are hushed, spoken hesitantly as if worried she may banish him from her presence. He may not yet be able to define the emotion he has been wrestling with lately, but he too is desperately alone. |